Hey people. How did you like the last chapter. It's based off the song "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. And considering I don't think the summery fits it all, I will put my own little summery here. Well, please review. They make chapters.

Summery: What do you do when your grandmother, the only family you have left, dies unexpectedly, and you are put with a family full of strangers, and the worst part is, their abusive. Well this happened to Olivia White, and only her friends can keep her from killing herself. Even though she's pushing them away when she needs them most. Wenivia.

A/N:I only put "to keep her sane" because it would fit in the little summery box thing. And it will not end like the song. And sorry that the last chapter wasn't to great. I was half-asleep. It was late. Like 11:00 PM. Soo yeah...

I only own my characters.

I looked at the lady like 'what the freak?' and she started slapping me more, and harder.

"DON'T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, YOU LITTLE, UNGRATEFUL, SPOLIED ROTTEN BRAT!" She screamed at me.

"Alright! Alright! I won't! Promise! Please just tell me what I should call you?" I pleaded, not knowing wheather or not it would save my life.

"SHUT UP! AND YOU CALL ME MRS. SMITH!" She screamed at me, I have never been this scared in my life.

"Alright, Mrs. Smith. Where do I sleep?" I hoped to get out of this house and away from this crazy lady.

"BASEMENT! NOW!"

"Ok!" I gathered my things and went downstairs to the basement, where I saw a little girl.

"Hello, what's your name?" She asked me.

"Olivia White."

"That's a pretty name. My name is Jessika. But people call me Jessi for short."

"Well that's a pretty name."

"Wait? Did you say Olivia White? As in, Lemonade Mouth, Olivia?"

"Yeah. That's me. Lead singer."

She screamed. I started mentally freaking out that that witch, Mrs. Smith would come down here and kill us. She's no older than 6, and that's Georgie's age. So I shuddered.

"Don't scream! She will hear you!"

"She won't come down here even if there was a tornado. She'd rather die. Well good riddence I say!" She said. I think I'm starting to like this kid.

"Why is she like this?" I asked. And prayed it wasn't because she hates kids.

"She was beaten bad as a kid. Her sister was killed. Her mom just threw her in the river, said she drowned. Which wasn't a lie. They held her under the bath water." She suddered.

"Oh god..." was the only thing I could say.

Then a boy around my age walked down the stairs. He had black hair, torn up jeans, and a mechanics shirt. And he was skinny. Like, scary skinny.

"Oh hey, new kid. I'm Austyn. What's-"

"Her name's Olivia White. The Olivia White. From Lemonade Mouth!" Jessi awnsered for me.

We all talked for the rest of the time. And that night I went to sleep with brusies covering my body, and I was starving. I can't belive I'm saying this, but I can't wait until school tommorow.

The next day I walked to school. I saw my friends waiting for me. I pulled up my hood, and prayed they wouldn't ask why I had a hoodie. I hate hoodies..

"Olivia! What happened? Why were you called out of school?" Mo asked me.

"Why do you have a hoodie? You hate hoodies." Charlie said the last thing I wanted to hear. Darn him!

"I just wanted to wear a hoodie, that's all." I lied and hoped they belived me.

Of course they didn't. I suck at lying.

"Your lying, Olivia. Tell us the truth." Wen said.

"Do I have to?" I asked them and hoped the awnser was 'no'

"Yes" Stella said.

I took a deep breath, and then took off the hood.

Everyone gasped.

"Oh my gosh! What happened!" Scott asked, worried.

"Nothing. I, umm, fell, yeah let's go with that."

"Liar liar, pants on fire." Mo sang.

"SHUT UP! I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!" I snapped and they all backed off.

Wen's POV

"SHUT UP! I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!" Olivia snapped at us, and we all backed off.

"We just wanna help, Livy.." I tried to reason with her.

"Well, guess what? If I want help, I'll ask for it! But right now? I don't want any of your help!" And she stormed into the school building at that.

"I wonder what's wrong?" Stella said, worried for Olivia's sake. Like we all were.

"I know. What could have her so upset that she would be, A) covered in brusies, and B) so mad that she wouldn't want our help.. Olive always wants our help when needed." Mo wondered.

"I don't know, but I have the feeling we better find out soon.." Charlie said, and at that, we went to class.