Prologue

I don't know how long I've been standing here, watching them run around playing soccer, laughing as if they were the only ones in the world. I bet to them it did actually feel like they were the only ones in the world. When they're together, they channel everything out and all they focus on is each other.

I'm not jealous, although I may sound that way. I'm happy for them, really I am. It was good that they had each other; it's hard to trust a person nowadays which is why I don't have many other friends aside from my family.

I don't really want any other friends; all I really need is my family. The only thing I miss about not having friends anymore is having someone to talk to about my problems and knowing that they'll listen and understand.

My family won't do that, I know them well enough to know that it's a fact. I mean, they will listen; it's just that they wouldn't understand what I'm going through. I mean, I'm constantly being compared to my twin and I hate it so much. I mean, we're alike but we're very different. I think. We both really like music and we both play instruments. I like Gibson Les Paul guitars while my twin likes Fender Stratocasters.

I guess that's the only difference between us, besides the fact that I take different classes than my twin. We made sure it was that way, not that I don't want my sib in my classes, but we hate being lumped together for projects. It's only because the teachers always expect us to want to work together. I mean, come on, when you're with your twin practically 24/7 you need your space.

We're super close, like extremely close. If we didn't look alike I swear some people would have thought that we were boyfriend/girlfriend we're that close. My twin can read my mind sometimes it scares the shit out of me on occasion. But this is the one time that I put my guard up so much that she doesn't understand that I absolutely hate my life.

All because of the little fact that I'm gay.

Oh, I'm Matthew Montgomery by the way, but you can call me Matt.

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So, here's the official start to Lyrics. Whoo! For those of you who don't know, this is the sequel to the my story called Guitar. It would be better if you read that before you read this. Ok? Good. So was the start good? Bad? Don't forget, I appreciate constructive criticism. Please leave a review.

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