So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain

It was the first day of December and already the whispers began. The same things were repeated as always...my tormentors never could come up with something unique anyways. I just brushed some of my black hair back into my face, grabbed my purple iPod, and turned up Superchick's Stand In The Rain even louder than it was originally.

Even though the students were evil and completely judgmental to someone who didn't have a name brand whatever, the school itself was the most beautiful thing today as it had snowed somewhat. The glittering of the sun against the windows of the buildings made it look even more glamorous. If March wasn't already in class, she would probably have already taken out her camera and start snapping away.

I headed towards my last class as the book-bag felt heavy against my shoulders; that's what I get for signing up for back to back classes. I however didn't pay attention as I walked into the building doors because the next thing I realize is that I'm on the ground and the school's most sought after football star is standing above me with a scowl on his face and two of his best friends behind him.

"Watch the hell where your going you stupid fuck" he cursed as he brushed off the imaginary germs from where I bumped into him and walked off all-the-while with his friends laughing at me. I just brushed myself off and walked to my classroom which I just barely made it to. I suppose the only good thing about this class is that one of my friends was in it with me. I sat down next to April who was busy (as always) writing yet another awesome song in a notebook that she took with her everywhere for that sole purpose. She's always telling us that one day she'll be the world's biggest song lyricist for the greatest bands in the world.
After class was over, I said goodbye to April (even though I was going to see her later at lunch) and headed over to where my other best friend February worked as the university's admissions' office worker. I walked in and already saw her flipping through yet another fashion magazine; probably trying to find ideas for a new dress to create in her spare time. I walked behind the desk and sat at another chair that was next to her (I'm not supposed to, but hardly none of the professors ever came in so it was fine with her; at least that's what she said the first few weeks that we met. I was scared shitless in case I got in trouble). We talked about random things that had happened to us; as I told her about what happened earlier, she wanted to go walk up to him and knock him senseless. Before we left for lunch, I asked her for the newest list of phone numbers. She knew what I was talking about, grinned like the Cheshire Cat, and handed me the list.

By the time we both walked into the cafe; January, March, and April were already sitting at our table and eating their food. We set our stuff down and grabbed our food as well. My friends were completely different from each other, yet somehow very similar in many ways. We each had a set dream of what we wanted to be, liked somewhat of the same genre of music, we each loved our passion to the greatest of heights, and we each hated that our parents (who were also friends) named us after months in the calendar; albeit April, January, and I loved ours most of the time.

After lunch, we each parted to go our separate ways, we each lived in different dorm buildings which sucked. I had just made it to my apartment door (the school realized two years ago that it would be better for me to have an apartment than a dorm room seeing as I was bullied more when I first started here) when I saw that yet again the word Loser was Sharpied into it. I took out my key, opened the door, set my stuff aside, and grabbed the brown paint that I had bought for cases such as this. After that, I was finally able to relax as I turned on the stereo and enjoyed whatever song was being played. I took the list from my book bag and browsed the numbers and decided to only do five numbers a-day this time. I grabbed my phone from my pocket (thanking whoever was listening that I had been able to have a second phone so that I could remain a mystery) and started on messaging the first five.

"So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain
`sent by: Lyric Queen"

I sent it off hoping that those lyrics at least inspired one of those numbers. What I didn't know is that one of those numbers would actually lead to his phone instead of a college student like I suspected.

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