MY STALKER BEST FRIEND

CHAPTER ONE:

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               A SERIES OF BLACK AND WHITE KEYS drowned me in the beautiful melody as my long and nimble fingers skillfully played with the piano. Upon reaching the climax of the haunting piece of music, the song became much more intense, emotional, meaningful, soulful and passionate. I was immersed in my world once again as I bobbed my head feeling the rhythm of the song. Fire pumped through my veins as blood roared in my ears. Song after song, I let myself relax trusting my instincts as I closed my eyes. Even through the dark I could still feel the rhythm guide me through.

I never really liked to perform any type of musical instrument before, not even my voice since I was overwhelmed with insecurities and really had no particular interest to music itself, except for the fact of having more than a hundred songs in my iPod or being one of the brightest students when it comes to music (But to be honest, I really am a smart kid, so this isn't surprising). Other than that, I really never had the desire to practice any musical instrument. But my parents, being the kind and considerate ones they are, made me realize my true love for music by threatening all of my books lives on the line.

And so I was tutored for 4 years and in those 4 years, I fell in love. Her grand structure, sleek black wood and polished melodic keys didn't make it hard for me to fall in love. But my love for the black beauty became stable and known when I first played my first song. It's safe to say that it was love at first play. Dancing with the cool ceramic black and white keys as a beautiful yet strange sound engulfed me in a warm embrace welcoming me into the family. I should have probably thanked my parents for this, considering the fact that I was pretty much a loner. It brought me the light and warmth in my dark and empty 5 years of living. It gave me a sense of purpose, a reason to live. It wasn't until a month after I was perfecting the arts of the piano and some other instruments did I meet people my age with the exception of my annoying twin sister.

I met my first guy best friend during a business banquet my parents hosted. His name was Cole Manchester Evans. And he was such a jerk to me. How we became friends and managed to have a stable relationship for 8 years is still unknown.

All I could see were many penguins waddling around serving a bunch of various Barbie and Ken dolls drinks or small appetizers. The strong scent of perfume and cologne made me scrunch my nose up in disgust as I tried to avoid them. I glanced around the whole room looking for my twin, but when I landed my evergreen eyes on her, a pang of jealousy and betrayal shot through my heart. She was with kids our age, who were dolled up in all of their pristine glory. Laughing at something they said, her electrifying blues orbs caught mine. In an instant, she averted her eyes almost all too immediately, as if she was ashamed of me. Or perhaps she was embarrassed to be my twin.

I frowned glancing down at my attire. It was a simple blue teal dress with a puffy skirt which ended a few inches by my knees. A silver belt was wrapped around my waist with rhinestones decorating the upper part of the dress as a pair of jewelry went along with the dress. My brown waves were left as they were, having the lush strawberry flavored the lip gloss my only make up. I wore a pair of dazzling and beautiful sky blue flats which finally completed my look. Emily's attire was similar except her dress and shoe color was white and looked much more beautiful than mine. Her similar brown waves were tied up in a tight bun with multiple of pins. I winced wondering how she could pull her hair up in such a way.