"Poets…Geniuses….Revolutionaries. Lemonade mouth has been called all of these things. But the real story, the story of how our band came to be, is a mystery to them all. And I wonder if they'd believe it, if I told them it all started…in detention.

Alice Brandon: lead guitar. Edward Cullen: Keyboard. Rosalie Hale: Bass. Emmet McCarty: drum god, and me, Bella Swan, front man on lemonade mouth.

It was this ragtag group of 5 that started it all.

This is the story of Lemonade Mouth."

Bella POV

My names Bella Swan. I'm 15 years old and live in a small town in the north-east of England called South Shields. I have plain brown hair that goes to my waist, dull chocolate brown eyes and very, very pale skin.

If you asked anyone in school if they knew who I was, you'd be lucky if 2 people knew. I'm a nobody. I have no friends at all. All I have is my Gran, and of course Nancy, but not for much longer.

Today was a Monday. The worst day. I was sitting in bed deciding if I should start getting ready or not. Eventually I got up and looked through my wardrobe. It was a sunny day today, thank the heavens. I decided to wear a baby pink dress, that ended mid-thigh, it looked like a skirt from the waist-down, a purple cardigan that ended just above my belly-button and a pair of my favourite light blue converse.

There. I looked decent for a nobody. I put my boring hair in a side, messy braid and grabbed my bag and went downstairs. I grabbed a quick muffin, gave gran a kiss and headed out.

I rode my bike to school. I didn't like taking the bus, as I knew nobody and I looked like a right loner. I hopped on and made my dreadful journey to school.

When I got there, I dropped all my books as I was getting off my bike.

Good job Bella.

It was lunchtime and I never ate in the cafeteria because I had no one to sit with so I sat in the janitors closet with my lunch and a book.

"I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too?" I read. "Huh, well that would be a yes." I chuckled to myself and leaned back. I accidently hit some brooms and they started wobbling. I tried grabbing them to make them stop. "ow, oh, shit." I muttured. They were all over the place now. I didn't know principle Smith was making rounds on his scooted mobile thingy. He obviously heard the clatter as the door opened and a pink slip appeared infront of my face. Great. Detention.

In the middle of assembly, the new girl stood and started going on about how Smith shouldn't tell us who to be. I was impressed so I started clapping. It was also quite funny. No one ever stood up to the principal before.

At the end of school I made my way to detention but stopped to grab a lemonade. These things were sour but addictive. Sucker face. Detention here I come.

Alice POV

I'm Alice Brandon. I'm 15 and pixie like as everyone calls me. I have short black hair that points in every direction and I'm 5'. I love music. It's always there for me when no one else is. I'm a very big tomboy, I guess, but I love shopping. I know weird.

We moved across the country, from London to here, because Dad was a doctor and he got some big offer at the RAF. They didn't even ask me if I was okay with moving across the damn country! Today was my first day of school at Harton. I was dreading it.

If you ask me, I quite like this place. It has such an amazing environment, with the beach, and the parks. It's so calming.

If I'm honest, I feel like a failure. Everyone in my family is smart and clever. My twin brothers make toys and such. My mam works for some bioplastic thingy ma- bob and my dads a doctor.

"Alice! Hurry up or your going to be late for your first day of school!" My Mam shouted.

I didn't acknowledge her at all. I kept playing my baby. My guitar. I made a big show of ending the music. I finished off, grabbed my bag and got in the car.

The ride there was silent. My and my mam don't have the best relationship. I was stunned at the size of the school. There were people scattered all around.

"Look Alice, I know this is hard for you." My Mam started.

"Do you? Do you really?" I interrupted. With that I got out the car and started walking towards the entrance. I could hear my mam following.

"Alice, Alice wait." She called.

"What mam?" I sighed heavily.

"I-" She got interrupted by her phone ringing.

"Ugh" I just kept on walking toward the reception place.

"Oohh, check out the new girl." This guy with long honey blond hair and sparkling blue eyes said. Jerk. But I had to admit he was kinda cute and HOT. Wow never knew I would think that. He was with a group of others. I immediately knew they were the popular kids.

I sighed in disbelief and kept walking to the reception.

One things for sure. Smith's a freak. I hated him the minute I saw him.

"I think Alice has still got some anger issues about moving." My mam said.

"Yes I see that. But that shirt is…" He trailed off. I looked at him in disbelief and looked down at my shirt. It was red and said question of authority with pins in.

"What? Do you have some sort of dress code here or something?" I asked.

"Well, ah, no but there is an unwritten line and that shirt, crosses it." He took a sip of his coffee. I chuckled in disbelief.

"What about freedom of expression?" I asked straightening up.

"Alice, just cover up up for the day." Mam said handing me her blazer.

Smith got up and walked over. "Stella is it?" I merely smirked at him in response. "I run a tight ship here. I don't know how they did things in London, but my school. Students respect the rules." He said starting off with a sweet smile then becoming serious. " Written and unwritten." He continued. I looked at the tv's on the wall. I saw a couple sneaking out and watched them til he noticed what I was looking at. He grabbed his remote and zoomed in on their faces, muttering "come on come on" the whole time.

He left me alone after that. Next we had assembly.

Assembly was boring. It was like an opening of the gymnasium. He done a damn speech. He then started going on about what a perfect student should be like. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up. There were 2 girls in cheerleading outfits.

"Hi." The blonde one said.

"Hi." I replied smiling. She fake smiled at me back.

"Could you, find another seat some where else?" She said all bitchy-like. Ahhh great bitches are in the house. A jock behind me Ohhh'd. Jerk.

"Why don't you make me?" I replied. Jerk Ohh'd again. She glared at me, I smirked. That blonde guy from this morning made a nerdy looking boy move to make room for the sluts.

"What a freak." Muttered the ginger.

"A student that's willing to take risks. An empowered student." I caught the end of his sentence. Hm… he wants empowered student? Then he's gonna get it. I stood up on the seat.

"My shirt, My decisions! Don't let your school take away your rights. Be heard. Use your voice." I took the blazer off. People started clapping. "Come on. He can't tell you what to wear. Who to be. You can wear what you want." HAHA the principal left the gymnasium.

"Sit down." The guy with blonde hair said. He has a southern drawl to it.

Later on I got called to the principals office. He warned me. He also gave me a damn detention.

I made my way to the basement. I took the elevator. Lord knows why detention is in the basement. As I was walking through to get to the classroom, there were so many other stuff going on around here like, newspaper stuff, chess club, art club, av club etc.

I stopped outside the classroom that had a detention sign on it. Right next to it was a lemonade machine. I decided to get one. I'll need it. I bought one and took a tentative sip. Eeeeee sucker face. Too too sour. With that I entered the class room.

Emmet POV

I'm Emmett, I'm 16 and go to harton tc. I have short curly brown hair and blue eyes. I am extremely muscular that's probably why I don't have many friends. People are scared. But if they actually got to know me then they'd know I'm just a big teddy bear.

My parents thought I'd be just like my brother Tom. He was the star soccer player here and had good grades and all. He was the perfect student to everyone. He's at Birmingham University now. He lives down there somewhere with his friends.

My parents were excited for me to try out for soccer and be like Tom. But if I'm honest I can't play soccer like Tom, I'm more of a footballer. But there is no way I'd tell my mam about that, it'll crush her.

I play the drums too. Playing the drums helps me get away from everything for a while. Especially when I'm angry and want to hit something, I just bang my drums. I carry my drum sticks everywhere with me and always bang on anything I can, whether it's with drumsticks or my hands. No one really knows though and I tend to keep it that way.

Oh yeah and did I mention I have a HUGE crush on Rosalie Hale? Well yeah I do, I've liked her since the first day I saw her. But there's no chance I'll ever be with her, she's popular and perfect basically. Wait, wait, wait… and she's going out with the most popular boy in school. Scott. I hate that dude.

I was in the car and my parents were driving me to school. I was banging a beat on the back of the front seats.

We arrived at school. My parents both turned to look at me.

"Are you excited?" My mam asked. I just looked at them, quizzically.

"Soccer practice is today." My mam said after seeing my confused look.

"Oh, yeah, I'm thrilled." I replied, dreading tryouts.

"We both wanted you to have this, as a good luck gift." Dad said handing me a dirty soccer ball.

"It was your brothers. He scored the winning goal at the state championships with that ball." She said before she started balling her eyes out.

I rolled my eyes. " Thanks. I'll see you later." I called back as I got out the car and made my way to the school.

As I was walking I saw Rosalie in the car with her dad going past. Just the sight of her made me swoon. I tripped on the curb. I mentally rolled my eyes.

"Stupid big oaf. Come on Em, your being a pansy. Be a damn man." I muttered to myself.

With that I made my way to soccer tryouts.

I was in the soccer uniform, on the field. Staring at Rosalie, who was talking with scott when I got hit in the balls by a ball. OUGH I grunted. I saw Jasper Whitlock, the jerk of the school laugh.

"Cut it out man." Scott told Jasper. I just kept on staring at Rosalie. Jasper walked towards them and Rosalie left.

"McCarty! Get your head in the game." That woke me up. I saw a ball coming towards me and tried kicking it away but tripped over it instead. I looked up to obviously see jasper laughing. I heard coach ask if I was really Tom McCarty's brother. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, drill 2 everybody." Coach instructed. Everyone got in line for the penalty. It was my turn. I kicked the ball, or atleast I tried and missed completely. I kicked air instead.

"No, no this is how you do it." I heard Jasper say and then a ball hit me in the back. Hard.

I picked up the ball. "That's it. I don't wanna play soccer, I don't want your abuse and I certainly don't want my brothers ball." With that I threw the ball at him. He dodged it and it hit coach's shoulder. Shit. Jasper went up to him and massaged his shoulders while saying, "I think he done that on purpose coach."

Coach gave me a death glare and beckoned me to him with his finger.

I got out with a detention in the end.

I headed to detention in the basement but I stopped to grab a lemonade before entering. These things are so so sour, yet sweet. In we go to detention.

Rosalie POV

The names Rosalie, Rose for short. I'm 16 and I go to HTC. I have long wavy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. I play the violin as I have to but I could play bass or a guitar of I could.

Right now I was in the car with my dad, who was driving me to school. He won't stop going on about 'extra credit'. I mean come on I have ages til I have to go to uni. All my dad cared about was education and everything. That was all he said around me.

I was going out with Scott. He's perfect. He's handsome, sweet and caring. We hardly got to spend time together though as my dad won't let me out the house much unless it's a study group or something.

We arrived at school.

"Now remember Rose,speak to your teachers about extra credit. You need to get your GPA up for those college applications.." He said for the 100th time that morning.

"Yes dad." I sighed. I got out the car and was about to walk ahead, when I heard my dad shout.

"Bye rose, have a great day." He shouted. I replied with a nod and a wave.

As I was walking to the main entrance I saw scott with friends.

Please don't see me, please don't see me. I chanted again and again.

I sighed heavily once I got passed him and made my way to the bathrooms to look a little more presentable, 'cause my dad would never let me get all dolled up. Too much extra fucking credit.

After I got changed and looked presentable I stepped out the bathroom.

"Hey, I've been looking for you." I heard the voice of Scott say. He grabbed my hand and we walked.

"Hey, you scared me." I smiled.

"So, me and the band are gonna skip class, you gonna come?" He asked.

"I'd love- I can't, extra credit." I replied.

"Oh come on Rose, we hardly see eachother as it is, come on." He pleaded.

I looked towards the principals office. He saw were I was looking at.

"Don't worry about him, he's with the new girl." He said reassuringly.

"Fine. For you." I gave in.

As we were sneaking out, we were called to the principals office over the intercom. Shit.

"Please don't call my dad. He's not gonna let me leave the house if I tell him I skipped class." I tried pleading with Smith as he picked up the phone.

"Fine." I visibly relaxed. " This time." He continued.

"There won't be a next time, I promise." I promised him.

I got let go but not without a detention slip. Ugh. I walked out to find Scott waiting for me.

"Detention." I told him. He sighed.

"Ouch."

"But atleast we'll be together right?" he looked everywhere but at me. "right?" he sighed.

"Uh, no. I actually got off with a warning." I looked at him in disbelief. "It's cause I got soccer games and stuff going on, I cant miss 'em. But I'll uh see ya at lunch yeah?" he asked. I nodded and he walked off with a smile. Once he was out of hearing shot I muttered Unbelievable.

After lunch we had assembly in the new gymnasium. In the middle of it the new girl, Alice, made a scene on how to dress how you like. I was sure mine and Scott's jaws were on the ground. I couldn't stop laughing either. No one ever puts him in his place. I liked her.

On my way to detention I stopped at Mel's lemonade machine. I'd never had one before and I could probably use it. I took a sip. EEEE Tastes like American lemonade. Sour yet sweet. I'd live through detention now.

Edward POV

The car door slammed as Esme got out. This was just too awkward.

I'm Edward. I have bronze, coppery hair and green eyes that I got from my mam. I'm 15 and I got to Harton tech. I play piano, it just helps me get away from life. Especially right now. My mam recently left me and dad. Carlisle's moved on pretty quickly too. I just find it weird how he moved on so quickly and he's happy. I can't stop feeling guilty for some reason either. Esme seems lovely, she has such a motherly nature, like everything about her seems loving and caring.

I'm still getting used to having her around. She's an interior designer. She's quite good at it too. She waved and blew a kiss to my dad from the front porch of the house she had an appointment with. I looked away.

"Dad, don't you think it's weird how Esme's still a little young for you?" I asked tentatively.

"Edward, she's 5 years younger than me, no big deal." He replied.

"Dad, when men are going through a mid-life crisis they, buy a sports car. What d'ya say we trade the truck for a sports car? I'd fully support that." I tried.

"Give Esme a chance. For me?" He pleaded.

"Why is everything about Esme? Esme wants Chinese food. Let's watch Esme's favourite show. Can't pick you your from piano practice, Esme called." I said imitating his voice.

"Hey, I apologized for that." He replied.

"Yino whatever right, just lets go alright. I'm gonna be late for my history presentation." I said dismissively. With that he started the car and headed to school.

We got to school just as the bell went. I jumped out the car.

"Hey have fun!" My dad called out.

I was in history right now. Looking through a book on revelation. Someone was doing there presentation and I couldn't be bothered listening.

"Edward, you up next." The teacher called. I got up and grabbed my folder, doing a one over to check I had everything. There were pictures of walls and samples of wallpapers and pain colours. I went back to the desk to check again.

"We're waiting." The teacher called. I looked up.

"Hold on one second sir…" I replied. I looked through again. "This…this can't be happening. I said sitting down. I got Esme's folder instead of mine. I put my head on the desk.

"Hi… sorry to interrupt." I knew that voice. My head shot up and there stood Esme with my folder. She looked at me. "Edward, I have your folder." She whispered. I saw the teacher straighten up his tie from the corner of my eye.

"You must be Edward's mother." The stupid teacher said. With that I shot up.

"No I –" I interrupted Esme's sentence.

"She's not my mother okay? Are you kidding me? Look at her." I shouted pointing at her. Esme let out a breath with a hand over her heart. The teacher saw and glared at me. I sat back down, cowering under his gaze. I knew what was next. Detention.

In assembly, I was busy admiring the girl with the brown hair infront of me when, Alice, the new girl made a show about how to be who you want. People started booing and clapping. I started clapping. The brunette started laughing and clapping too. I was attracted to her in some way.

I bought a lemonade from Mel's lemonade machine before I went to detention. These things were so addictive. I took a big sip. Sucker face.

Miss taylor POV

I am raging. Principal Smith moved the whole music department and other arts down to the basement, apart from his beloved sports of course. Stupid gymnasium. He built a new weight room and a new gymnasium. I was going to have a talk with that old mug. This damn school is all about Sports.

I found him on his scooter-mobile thingy. The freak acts like he's god's gift. I caught up with him but he wouldn't stop so I had to run with him to keep talking. Ugh.

"What can I help you with Amelia?" he asked.

"That you'll put the same value on the other arts, as you do sports. You cut the music budget to 0, you've moved my classroom to basement and for what? Some gymnasium." I told the mug.

"Woah, this is not, 'some gymnasium'. Sports bring donors. Donors bring money and money makes my school run." He said after circling me with his scooter thingy. He then kept going in another direction. I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the ground.

"Your school?!" I said, then ran after him again. He abruptly stopped. He sighed in annoyance. He turned to me and kept on coming closer. I backed away towards the wall.

"Someone's gotta make the hard decision's around here and that someone is moi." He motioned to himself and was off again.

I was speechless. I couldn't form a sentence. That selfish old mug. I stormed away planning something else.

Right now, we were in assembly when the new girl started going on a rant about smith is taking away our rights. I couldn't help smirking. That should put the old mug in his place. I liked her already and I didn't even know her name.

Today i was hosting detention, with let's see. I pulled out the sheet of paper. Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale and Emmett McCarty. Humph. I'll get them to clean this place up a little.