So sorry for the long update! Here's Episode 3!
Episode Three: PhANTom Locker
Fletcher, Olive, and Chyna were sitting on the couch in the A.N.T. Farm. Chyna was telling them about the new hot kid who just joined Webster High.
"What's so great about this guy?" Fletcher asked, a hint of Jealousy in his voice. Olive and Chyna gave him a look.
"Stupid." Olive muttured.
"What did I do?" Fletcher asked, dumbstruck. Chyna laughed.
The new kid was taking books out of his locker. Chyna slowly walked towards him. She started thinking of what to say to him. 'So um, you come here often? Of course he comes here! It's school!" She thought. "That's stupid!" She cried out. The new kid turned and stared at her.
"Oh! I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to...him!" Chyna pointed at Fletcher.
"Huh?" Fletcher asked.
"What's up stupid?" Chyna casually asked.
"Oh come on! What have I done?!" Fletcher whined, walking away. Seeing as New Kid walked away, Chyna followed Fletcher.
Later On...
Chyna met Fletcher in the hallways. His hand was on the hinge of a locker.
"Chyna, I can't paint Skidmore anymore. Slam this locker on my hand." Fletcher sighed.
"Okay!" Chyna replied, cheerfully.
"Wait what?!" Fletcher took his hand off the locker.
"You told me to!" Chyna raised her hands in defence.
"Well I didn't mean it!" Fletcher cried.
"I'm sorry! I've had a tough day. Olive thinks her locker's haunted, so she moved in to mine." Chyna said.
"Hmm. Why don't you prove to her that it isn't? Like, coming here at night?" Fletcher suggested.
"That is what they do in those Haunted House movies! Although, most of them end up with axes in their heads. Anyway, good plan." Chyna patted Fletcher's back. Fletcher beamed up and hugged Chyna.
"Are you alright?" Chyna asked, pulling away.
"I am now!" Fletcher grinned. Chyna laughed and walked away, Fletcher close behind her.
After proving to Olive that her locker isn't haunted, Chyna, Olive, and Cameron walked out into the hallways...
"Help! Don't look! It's too horrible!" Fletcher cried, running up to them and hiding behind Chyna.
"What's wrong?" Chyna asked.
"Skidmore!" Fletcher pointed at a figure standing in the doorway of the A.N.T. Farm. Principle Skidmore came walking up to them in an old school girl's outfit.
"Fletcher, what is this?!" Principle Skidmore growled, holding up a painting of a skeleton riding a bike.
"That's you in a few years." Fletcher muttered.
"Oh come on. It's not bad. You look skinny!" Chyna smiled.
"Oh right. Yes I do!" Principle Skidmore took a good look at the painting.
"Thanks for saving my butt Chyna." Fletcher smiled.
Okay, this was kind of rushed. Please review!