Hi, I'm Olivia Doyle, or "Olive" to most. I have been in the A.N.T. Farm since I was in 4th grade. My best-guy-friend, Fletcher Quimby, has also been an A.N.T. since I joined (the same day, to be exact), so we have grown pretty close over the years. In 6th grade, Chyna Parks joined, so I was kind of annoyed that I would have another person to take Fletcher away from me. You see, Fletcher is very easygoing. If you ask him to go sky-diving in an hour, he would be there in fifteen minutes. Since Chyna came, he kinda hangs out with me less. Watch.

"Hi, Chyna!" He says as he runs past me toward her.

"Hi, Fletch! How've ya been?" she says.

"Ahem.." I say, obviously annoyed.

"Oh, hi Olive." he says.

"Fletcher, could I talk with you for a moment?" I say.

"Uh, sure."

"Oh, go on, you two!" Chyna says, in her usual cupid-like voice. She is always trying to get Fletcher to ask me out, and I like it. He doesn't usually notice.

I take Fletcher to the chemical-section of the A.N.T. Farm.

"What is it?" He says with his arms folded and his eyes looking like he is totally innocent.

"Fletcher! It's the first day of school, and you don't want to talk to your best friend?"

His eyes soften a little. "Oh, sorry. I just have a lot on my mind."

I stare blankly at him for a few seconds. "Like what?"

"Well, come over here for a second." He leads me over to his art section of the room, and I blush. He looks over at me, so I bite my lip and try to act natural. Acting natural is my worst enemy. After what seems like forever, we finally get to his paints.