(note: I don't own A.N.T Farm or anything else except my OC, Kaylie.)
It was a normal day, and Fletcher was busy painting a picture of Chyna. Olive and Chyna were talking, and Olive was starting to bore the crap out of Chyna.
Then Gibson walked in, with a strange redheaded girl and a man that was probably her dad. Knowing what Gibson was about to do, Olive went behind him.
"Welcome to the A.N.T. FARM!" he said, then he turned around and said,
"I love doing that!"
Olive was copying him, but Gibson didn't notice.
"What's your name?" he asked the girl.
"Kaylie Jensen."
"...well that's one of the most normal names here. I'm Gibson, that's Chyna, Fletcher, Olive, and Angus."
"It's nice to meet you all." Kaylie said with a smile. She hugged her dad, and walked towards everyone.
Chyna was wondering what her talent was.
"So, what's your talent?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm an author. I'd have to be good to be an A.N.T, but I'm just not sure about it."
Chyna noticed a notebook with a poem written on the page clenched under her arm.
"Hey, why don't you read us that poem?"
"Ok...well, here goes.
'The sun rises slowly,
The birds flying by.
People slowly awakening.
And those of us still asleep
Peacefully dreaming.
Nocturnal animals retreating home
To wait for night to awaken once again.'"
There was an applause throughout the A.N.T Farm.
"That was amazing!" Angus said.
"Say, Olive, can you write like that?" Fletcher asked.
"I have a good memory, not writing talent." Olive sneered.
She didn't like this girl, and she was going to let her know that.
