The furneral was the worst part. The four of us huddled together watching the rain fall silently as if the sky was crying too.

We were the only ones who cried. I think the rest were glad Jude was dead. Even his parents didnt. They had kicked him out for being gay, the same reason he had been killed. The four of us were left to deal with this, with all of this. We were the only poeple who were out, at school. We were strong together hoping that as a group we wouldnt be messed with. That really only meant that they waited to get one of us alone. Jude was beaten to death.

Stupid town, the cops didnt care they hated us too, stupid cops, stupid poeple, stupid, stupid world.

"The fabulous five." I muttered under my breathe before realizing it was only the fabulous four.