The alarm rang loud in my room Monday morning. I rose with a yawn and slammed my fist down on the snooze button. Why did my dad have to choose this week of all weeks to go on a business trip to New Jersey? He was usually my ride to school. But since he was catching an early flight, I was left to walk. Sydney could have driven me if she didn't have early classes all that month. Walking was my only option and as I got out of bed and tripped on my book bag, it was beginning to feel more and more like a rotten start to my day.

A hiss escaped my lips as I stood up and cradled my wrist. My skin had sliced open along the end of my bed side table on my way down to the floor. Trying to remember where we put the band aids, I made my way slowly to the bathroom. "I think they're in the closet. Or maybe it was under the sink?" I mumbled to myself. I shrugged and checked both places, finding them under the sink. I ripped one open and wrapped it over my wrist.

After I took care of my cut, I began to brush my teeth. Within 5 seconds of brushing I started to hum Determinate. Lemonade Mouth had been really successful and all six of us had a blast together. Scott may have been part of Mudslide Crush before, but he was a true "lemonhead" as Stella called the members of our group. All of us hung out together 24/7 and we were practically like family. I smiled as I thought of each of my friends.

Scott was a cool guy. He was very laid back and like a brother to me. He really was a good addition to our band. Mo was someone who was two different people. She was her parent's perfect daughter but she was also herself, an American teenager. Somehow she made it work, and that's what made her cool. Charlie was just the funniest guy and he was always making us laugh. Stella was someone that always spoke her mind. But Olivia, she was sweet, caring, beautiful and someone that, though I would never admit it out loud, I came to care for. Care for meaning loved. I blushed.

I quickly jogged to my room and threw on a t-shirt and jeans and jogged down the stairs. Everyone had already left which meant the house was deserted except for me. I liked having he house to myself, but in the mornings I found it just a little bit creepy. I had no idea why I did but my friends always made fun of me for it. Usually people would be scared to be alone at night when it was dark. But that was just something I always hated. I quickly grabbed a granola bar and headed out the door to school. I was starving but seeing as how I lived 20 minutes away from the school when I walk, I figured I better put a move on. So as I put some pep in my step, I prepared for the school day ahead.