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This story is about Robert Jurgen as a child and how he grew up basically. So yeah enjoy! Oh and i do not own Beyblade or the Characters !
Chapter 1
As a young child I was raised to obey the rules and only the rules. My mother and father were very wealthy and lived in a castle that belonged to my father's side of the family. When I was young I would always believe that I was a knight to my mother and father, like the knights that served King Arthur. My name is Robert Jurgen and this is my story about how my friends and I formed the Majestics. Now my friends are Johnny McGregor, Enrique Giancarlo, Oliver Polanski they are all basically obscenely rich.
My story will start in the castle that my family has own for many years, this castle is located in Germany. I was sitting quietly at the large dinning room table, munching on some delicious toast (yes very filling that toast is). It was the usual morning: wake up at 7 Am, eat breakfast, wait for private tutor, do my lessons, eat lunch, go to do more lessons, read a nice book, then go to bed. It was a quiet life till, well a certain blonde showed up. This blonde went by the name of Enrique Giancarlo, a rich Italian brat. He was a disgrace to his family in my opinion (A.N: I don't really think that about Enrique he's so funny I love him), he never obeys the rules and always causing a muck of things. His family was great friends of my family, but I absolutely despised him. The blonde strode into the dinning room and sat right next to me. He smiled a cheerful smile. I glared deeply at him and continued to munch on my toast.
" Hi Robbie! " Shouted Enrique, happily smiling at me.
" Go away Enrique, " I muttered, glaring deeply at him.
" Oh, but Robbie I am here to stay! "
" Don't you have your own home? "
" Yes, but your kind mother invited me over to stay for the summer, "
I just stared at him like he had a second head. I was speechless and horrified all at the same time. This had to be a joke that my mother so cruelly was playing on me, just a bad joke. I must still be asleep or something and this is a bad dream maybe if I pinched myself I would wake up to find Enrique not here and at his home. Pinch okay maybe the pinching thing didn't work.
" Robbie? " came Enrique's worried curious voice.
" I'm going to bed, "
I rose up from my seat slowly and started my journey back to my room where lay my nice comfy bed.
" ……, but it's only 9 Am! "