" Mrs. Gifford we have the whole day, so let's start from the beginning."

" My mom died in a car accident when I was four. I was in the car with her. A car slammed onto her side, killing her instantly. I only got a few cuts from when the glass shattered. "

" My dad got into a lot of trouble. He became a druggie and we were desperate. I remember one day when I asked when mommy was coming back. You have to remember I was only four and death didn't really make any sense at the time. Anyway, looking back on it, his pupils were dilated and he smelt like a street corner downtown. He got so mad. He got off the couch and started to sway a little. He backed me up into the corner and slapped me, hard, in the face."

" Things went like that for a while. Christmas passed. My birthday passed and then Christmas came back around. Same with my birthday. He wouldn't let me leave the house. I had to stay in my room all the time. I got one meal a day, dinner. Sometimes I would be lucky and he would only hit me once, but that wasn't often. Most days he would hit me more than a I could count."

" One day, he never came in. The night before, he beat the hell out of me and my breathing was labored. It was around afternoon when I heard footsteps, a lot of them. I heard doors open and close and people saying 'clear'. Then came my door. I heard someone jiggle the knob. I went into the corner of the room, my breathing becoming shallow. All of a sudden the door was kicked in. A woman with a fedora

( A/N from prime suspect) came in. She saw me and called for an ambulance. Then I blacked out."

" The next thing I knew I was in the hospital. I was dehydrated, two broken ribs, and malnutrition. I had many bruises from where he would slap me. The same detective came in and asked me all these questions. Apparently, my dad was working the corner and he was found stabbed. If a police officer weren't working undercover, he would have died. They arrested him for life, domestic abuse and other things that had to do with drugs."

" I was left in the custody of my Gram. It was the first time I met her; she looked a lot like my mom. She had grey curly hair that had a little blonde towards the bottom. She also had piercing blue eyes. The only thing I had from my dad was my eye color."

" She took me home, which was across the country in Mesa, Arizona. The climate was very different from the cold winters of Maine but I got used to it quickly. My grandmother enrolled me in first grade. She would say I was too intelligent for kindergarten. She taught me how to read and write during the summer. For the first time since my mom died, I was happy."

" But then school started. I refused talk to anybody. Eventually the kids would stay away from me. I would eat lunch by self. My Gram was getting worried. I would only talk to her. But one day, a kid with red hair and missing his front tooth walked up too me. He said his name was Wen. Things got better after that. We were best friends, joined at the hip. We were like that for the rest of elementary school and part of middle school."

" In eighth grade he got his first girlfriend, Janet Rustenburg. It was a couple of months later when Janet pulled me underneath of the stairwell. She told me never to talk to him again and then slapped me. She said if I ever did she would make my life a living hell and I would wish I was dead."

" For the rest of middle school and the beginning of high school, I didn't talk to him. He would wonder what happened. The only thing I could do was run away as fast as I could. I would watch him from a distance. Watch the way he grew up. The way he would he would treat the people around him. Sometimes I would wish I were part of his group, still his best friend. One day I was walking home and saw Janet and Ray making out. I couldn't let Wen get hurt, so I did the first thing I thought of."

" I wrote a note telling him to go behind the school building. I new he would do it. So I climbed the tree, it wasn't very hard; I was in my fifth year of gymnastics. Janet and Ray were making out, again. Then, I saw Wen come up. He started screaming at her and I felt a little guilty but, it meant he wouldn't get hurt after it was too late."

" After that, I continued to be ignored. Janet started to go by Jules ( A/N Didn't see that coming, did ya?) Life was back to normal, I guess. Then I got detention for reading in the janitor closet. I was going to lay low and sit with my head down."

" The new rebel girl was there, Stella Yamada. Charlie Delgado was there, but at the time, I knew he was the kid with frizzy hair in my Spanish class. Mo Bangaree was there, the only thing I knew about her was that she hung out with Ray's group. Then he walked in. I was so nervous. I looked down and cursed my self for wearing my hair in a braid."

" I felt someone staring at me, I looked up to see Wen looking at me. I looked down quickly and folded the edge of my book. The next thing I knew I heard a beat and I started to hum along and then eventually sing. Then Lemonade Mouth started. Wen and I started our friendship again, like nothing happened. I then started to feel things for him."

Olivia

" What the hell are you doing?" I said to the band. They were watching me with the therapist.

" We were worried abo-" Mo started to say.

" Okay, thanks. But I didn't want to tell you this for a reason! I mean look at Wen! He's crying! Or Charlie, he looks like he wants to punch something. Stella and you are about to cry! And Scott, you look guilty!" I said running towards the DVD player. I tried to take the disc out but someone tackled me.

" NO! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" I yelled trying to get out of a strong grip.

The person didn't let go. I still tried to get out of their grip but they wouldn't budge. I started to hyperventilate, tears stinging my eyes. I brought my knee up hit them where it hurts. The person grunted and let go. I ran up the stairs and out the door. I heard someone running after me and ran faster.

My foot got caught on the sidewalk and I fell. I curled into a ball and cried, remembering my dad.

" Olivia! Are you okay?" Wen whispered in my ear.

I looked up and saw his concerned tear-stained face. I wiped the tears from my face and wiped his away. He took my hand and kissed it.

" Is it true? Did she really threaten you? Did you still care about me?"

I nodded, " Still do. Um… who did I knee in uh… you know?"

" Scott. I tried to tell him to let go but he didn't listen…"

I got up and started to walk back towards our house, Wen holding my hand.

Scott

" Shit! That hurt!" I said holding frozen peas to my area.

" What do you expect? She was already mad and you held her down like a monkey!" Stella exclaimed slapping the back of my head. Mo nodded and slapped the back of my head also.

" True…" Olivia and Wen came in. Wen glared at me and Olivia looked around nervously.

" Scott, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you and the video…" Olivia said looking up at me trailing off.

" Liv it was my fault. I shouldn't have done that. I just wanted you to be okay and it seemed like the video told us what was wrong with you."

" You saw most of it. The rest is mostly about the lady asking annoying questions."

" Are you ready to go to Moxie's?" Stella asked timidly.

Olivia nodded slowly, " I think so."

" Oh and I wrote a song!" she said, getting excited.

" Of course you did," Wen said chuckling and kissing the top of her head.

" We should make it a vacation so we can bring Jamie," Mo said.

" Yes. We get to go on vacation!" Charlie exclaimed

We nodded in agreement and set the date. We are leaving on Saturday and coming back a week later.

Sorry about the video being cut short. I just wanted to save a little for the interview. I know in the book, Olivia's dad went to jail for man slaughter but I thought about spicing it up a little…