This actually came from an idea that my friend Nikki gave me. Tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth

Olivia POV

Sometimes….. No, it wasn't it even sometimes anymore; I hated living in our little village. There was nothing to do at all. The only joy that I got was from my friends, Mohini and Charles, who we called Charlie. I had to sneak around to see them most of the time, because my father did not approve of my friends, or the idea of me having any friends outside of the most respected people in our kingdom.

My father had some sort of idea in his head that he was a king, even though almost everyone in our village knows that he is just the most arrogant, rude person that you will ever meet. Everyone does respect him, however, because he is the mayor of our village. So he is a much respected person, and in turn, wants to keep our family that way.

I wish I could run away, but I would never leave my mother this way. She obeys my father's every command as if she is a servant, and I don't understand how she can do that. I am quiet and shy just as she is, but I would never let someone push me around like the way she is being treated.

I am never allowed to leave the house, except for my "lady lessons" with Lady McCurdy. She is one of the most respectable women in the kingdom, not minding our village. Father says that I must take the lessons so that when he marries me off I "won't be the same little oaf that you have always been," or something along those lines. I don't like to remember the things that he will call me, the things that he will say.

So whenever I am going into town for lessons I spend time with my friends as well. Their parents aren't as dreadful as mine, even though at times Mohini's father can be a bit harsh on her, he won't get nearly as bad as my father. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if I could travel the world, and see what regular people live like.

We aren't exactly what you would call normal. In a way our people remind me of the Amish that I once read about, being cut off from society and all. We are a bit modern; some people have televisions, cell phones, or computers, things along those lines. I know that my father would die if he saw one of those items in our home.

Sometimes a special child will be born to a set of parents who carries special….skills, you could call it. It doesn't stop at just one gift; they keep appearing throughout your life. They show up the most when you are in your adolescent or teenage years.

I am lucky enough to be one of those special children, even though my other powers haven't showed up. I can mimic voices, and I have to say that it is a very enjoyable gift. I used to use it to play tricks on my father, or the mean servants that used to work in our home. I would never bother my mother with it; I respected her way more than my father even back then. She had a way of making people feel good about themselves. I think that I might've gotten skills because my mother has them. She won't tell me exactly what she can do, but I know that she can see into people. I think that you would call it X-ray vision or something like that. That is why she is the village healer and runs the hospital training other people to become healers like her.

It never said that my father approved of this, however. He believes that women don't need to be educated as a man should. I dream of running off to university to study English Literature, perhaps become an author, but my father only laughed when I mentioned this to him. My brother, Stephan, was the only one who would listen. We would hide in the servant's quarters together and I would write stories while he would illustrate them. He didn't have any skills, but he was sent off to university and had graduated several years ago. He currently resides with his wife, Melissa, and their daughter, Stephanie, in the kingdom's capitol.

So I will now put my skills at storytelling to use, and tell you my story. It all started when I had been sitting at the long dining table in the dining room, watching one of our maids, Linda, polish the silverware. She was by far my favorite, the one that I would go to for advice and all. She also knew about my sneaking off to meet Charlie and Mohini all of the time.

I had been writing away in one of my many notebooks, this one being for the poems and song lyrics that I wrote. I would sing to myself at night, making use of the guitar that my brother had given me for my fifteenth birthday. That was another thing that my father didn't know about.

"Olivia!" I suddenly heard his voice in the large house that we lived in. Linda looked up, her graying hair tumbling out of the hat she wore. "Did you hear that echo?" She joked, looking up into the air. I sighed and started walking towards the sound of my father's voice. Linda was born in the mainland, or the United States. Our land was located somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. We live were most people call the Bermuda Triangle. We have secret ways of getting in and out. Usually people who were not originated from our land drown here, on boats that get sucked into the triangle. They are usually given two choices: To die, or to join our small nation.

I almost tripped as I ran into the parlor, where I saw my mother sitting with a tea cup in her hand, and Miss Fine sitting next to her, doing the same. There were a few servants standing at the back of the room. I hated how my father treated them. I didn't even like the idea of servants; I thought that everyone should be treated equal. Usually it was the people who were shipwrecked here that became servants, which were many.

"Olivia!" My father exclaimed with a smile when he spotted me. I smiled hesitantly in return. My father didn't usually act like this, smiling at people. I knew that this meant that he wanted something from me. He pulled me into a hug. "What are you doing running in the house?" He hissed into my ear. "What have those lessons been doing for you?" He wondered to himself. He pulled back, and led me towards the company that we had.

I tried to move into a swift curtsy as I had seen Lady McCurdy so many times, but I ended up stumbling and almost falling over. I reminded myself not to stoop so low next time and I decided on a head bob instead. My mother smiled at me, and she made me want to smile along with her cherry colored cheeks and twinkling brown eyes, the blonde hair that I had inherited from her. I had been told that I looked like her more than I did my father, which I enjoyed greatly. She was a woman in my life that I would want to be like. She was a wonderful person, but if only she could learn to stand up for herself. I had heard that people separated on the mainland all of the time. What was so different here?

I took a seat in the seat next to my mother, wondering why my father had called me himself. Usually he sent a servant to do it. "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you, Lady Olivia." Oh, how I disliked when people would call me that. "Please, I would prefer if you would call me Olivia," I corrected her. I was met with a glare from my father, who was now sitting next to Miss Fine. "Lady Olivia," she started again, her gray hair showing a bit outside of her bonnet. "I understand that your sixteenth birthday is to be celebrated in a matter of seven days," She said, as if she were announcing an ad like the men in town did.

I nodded slowly. "Yes, it is. My birthday is in three days," I said in return. My mother squeezed my hand, and I looked at her with confused eyes. My father took over from there. "Miss Fine, as you know, is a widow of five years. Her son, Sir Scott, is ten and seven years of age. We think that he is an excellent suitor." He said, staring at me with regal eyes.

I gulped, and asked the question even though I already knew what the answer would be. "An excellent suitor for what?" I asked in a small voice. My father glanced at my mother before answering. "An excellent suitor as a husband, what else? Sixteen is an eligible age to marry."

Should I continue?