Lemonade Mouth: A Mohini Banjaree Novel

Prouglue

    Potes. Geniuses. Revolutionaries. Lemonade Mouth has been called all of these things. In just a few short months we became the most popular teen band in the world. I wonder though, would people believe us, if we told them where we started our band. I wonder if they would believe me, if I told them that it started here….. In detention. 

“The rules are simple. No Talking, No Eating, No Drinking, No Texting.  If you break a rule I will add another day of detention. Good? Great,” said our detention teacher. 

Stella Yamada. Our Lead Guitarist. She is the rebel of Mesa High School. Stands up for right. Wen Gifford. Our Pianist. Full name Wendel. Hates his father's girlfriend. Charlie Delagdo. Our dummer. Full Name Charles. Hates how his perfect brother sets his expectations. Olivia White. Our lead singer. Is very shy. My bestie. Loves to read. And me. Mohini Banjaree. Our bass player. My Nickname is Mo. I'm a straight-A student. Not to mention Mesa High’s most popular, prettiest, friendliest and smartest student. I’m at the top of my class, and I'm a teacher's pet in all of my classes. I’m Mesa High’s queen. More like I’m Moonbright, Rhode Island’s queen and everyone wants to be me.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five,” Ms. Jenny Reznick said. Ms. Reznick is the detention teacher and the music teacher. I love her and she loves me. I'm definitely her favorite student. Since I can play the upright bass, the violin, the piano, and the bass (somewhat), I'm the favorite. 

“Ms. Resnick,” I said, raising my hand in my perfect position. “Yes Mo?” she asked me. “Do I have to be here? I mean I am your favorite student. Plus I’m a straight-A student,” I told her. She sighed. “I'm sorry Mo, sweetheart. Principal Bregan sent you here, I didn’t,” she said. “Okay,” I said. I sigh in frustration as I leaned into my seat. 

“Okay. Instead of letting you all twiddle your thumbs. I'm gonna put you to work. You are all going to clean this place up,” Ms. Reznick said. I sigh because I didn’t want to clean this place up. “And we are going to turn into a music room,” Ms. Reznick added on. The moment I heard the words “music room” I smiled. I have always loved the music room here. It was my chance to get away and write some songs or play my violin, the piano, the upright bass and learn the bass. I would also come and talk to Ms. Resnick whenever something was bothering me. 

Just then we all heard a drawing sound. Great were below the bathrooms and pipes, I thought. Ms. Reznick looked up and then looked back at us. “That is it, that is it,” she said. 

But before I countiuted, let's rewind to the morning this all started. This morning.