Prologue
Poets. Geniuses. Revolutionaries. Lemonade Mouth has been called all of these things. But the real story, the story of how it all came to be, is a mystery to them all. I wonder if they would believe me if I told them it all started right here….in detention.
"The rules are simple," the music/detention teacher, said, "No talking, texting, food t no drinks. Breaking any of these rules will result in another detention. Are we clear? Great."
Alice Cullen, lead guitar. Edward Cullen, keyboard. Rosalie Hale, bass. Emmett Cullen, drum God. And me, Isabella Swan, future front man for Lemonade Mouth. It was this group of five, almost completely different teenagers who started it all.
"Now rather than y'all sitting here, we're going to unpack and turn this storage room into a music room. We might as well make the best of it. We've already been moved to the basement." said as the sound of pipes groaned. The pipes started leaking and placed the guitar down angrily. "If they spent a fraction of what they spent on that mew gymnasium to keep this music program alive." A toilet upstairs flushed. "That's it, that is it!" Ms. Cope said.
But if I'm going to tell this story right, I need to go to the beginning. The morning it all began.