So, there I was, minding my own business, when it suddenly came to me… the idea sort of found its way to my head. Oh, and I would also like to say that the first chapter is quite short because I want to get your opinion first. Enjoy.

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Chyna walked into the A.N.T. Farm feeling active. Well, let's say more active than usual. She had an aching feeling that something was going to happen. Something good.

There's that and there's Valentine's Day. One of her most favorite holidays was on Friday! And to make things more awesome, that was the same day the school was having their annual Valentine's Day Dance.

"Uh, hello… Earth to Chyna…" a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry Olive," she apologized to her best friend, Olive. The intelligent girl smiled, "It's cool, I was saying: are you excited about the school's annual Valentine's Day Dance?"

Chyna nodded enthusiastically.

"Me too!" Gibson popped up from who knows where, "I think… hold on, I smell new meat."

"What?" Chyna asked in confusion. Too answer her question, Fletcher showed up in the doorway holding hands with a girl.

Olive counted down, "Three, two, one."

"Welcome to the A.N.T. Farm! I love doing that," Gibson greeted. Chyna rolled her eyes and stepped around Gibson. She extended her hand, "Hi, I'm Chyna and this is Olive," she greeted.

The girl smiled, "Hi, I'm Aimee," she said in a French accent, shaking her hand. Could this be the good thing which Chyna had detected? Maybe…

She was quite pretty with her dark, almond eyes and long black hair. Actually, Chyna had to admit she was one of the prettiest girls she'd ever seen.

"Aimee's a family friend from France and she and her family just moved here," Fletcher explained.

"Cool," Olive stated, "Did you know that the name Aimee is French for beloved and it was also the name of the late Aimee Semple McPherson who was a Canadian – American woman. She founded the Foursquare Church and was…"

Fletcher cleared his throat, interrupting Olive in mid sentence. She blushed, "Sorry."

"Uh… okay?" Aimee sounded bewildered.

"So," Chyna started a conversation, "What is your talent? Mine's music and Olive's is… talking…" Aimee looked at Olive as if to say, 'talking?' Olive smiled, her expression saying, 'oh yeaaah.'

"I speak loads of different languages," she replied modestly.

"Like?" Olive inquired.

"Spanish, French, Chinese, Japanese, Danish, Fijian, German, Greek, Hebrew, Hindi, Italian, Korean, Latin, Afrikaans, Ndebele, Norwegian, Polish, Portuguese, Russian, Somali, Swedish, Thai, Turkish, Urdu, Arabic and English," she counted off her fingers.

Olive whistled, "That's, like, twenty six different languages!"

Aimee smiled, "Yeah, and I'm still learning some."

"Who teaches you?" Chyna asked, "No one," she responded. At that moment, a dark haired boy walked in, hands stuffed in his jeans pockets.

"Oh boy," Olive muttered.

"Welcome to the A.N.T. Farm! I've got to stop doing that," Gibson muttered.

"Oh, that's my twin brother, Aleixandre, but people call him Alex," Aimee said as she waved him over, "His talent is sports."

"There you guys are I've been looking for you!" Alex exclaimed, also in a French accent.

"Sorry man," Fletcher apologized, "I'd like you to meet my friends, Olive and Chyna." Chyna waved but Olive just stared at him, taking in his dashing good looks. Her heart fluttered when he smiled at her.

Chyna and Aimee noticed, sending each other sly smiles. The bell rang.

"So, what's your first class?"

"History," both twins replied at the same time. Chyna smiled, "Awesome, us too." The five went their separate ways, to their lockers. As soon as Chyna opened her locker, a note fell to her feet. Confused, she picked it up.

Her name was scribbled on the front, so she opened it. Inside was a collage of red paper, making a heart. At the bottom was written, 'Chyna, deep in the heart, somewhere in the soul, my love for you finds a way to be forever. S.A.'

She read the note over and over before it registered in her brain. Chyna smiled softly. Someone likes her! But, who was S.A.? Who did she know that had the initials S.A.?

Chyna smiled softly to herself as she shut her locker and walked to History.

She, Chyna Parks, had a Secret Admirer.

Sorry it's short. I will continue if you guys say so…

Sammie :)