Ousted
It was rare in their generation to find anybody with a completely intact family, let alone a large one. In general, beybladers took solace in their teams or themselves, and just didn't worry about it.
Garland, however, worried about it. He valued his teammates, no doubt, but they were friends—not siblings (this mental distinction prevented him from comprehending Tyson's relationships with people, many times), and his siblings demanded his attention just as much and deserved his attention maybe more.
He struggled with the balance on holidays, when his team stormed the barely-big-enough house that his parents enthusiastically opened to them.
Garland would suddenly belong to a family of eight, a team of five. A household of thirteen.
The pecking order went into overdrive. He was "the baby" and his brothers and sisters enjoyed exploiting it. Even more so around the team he was supposed to be captaining. They set a bad example.
Undermined and overwhelmed, Garland often found himself standing in the Seibalt family living room, trying to find a place to sit among eleven young-adultish bodies: teammates and siblings interspersed in what he nervously imagined was an attempt to confuse him and prevent him from watching the movie.
A/N: Garland is so pathetic sometimes. I mean... in my head. Uh... Yeah. BEGA for feather-duster, as ever.