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Chapter 5

It was all hustle and bustle at the San Francisco International airport. Hurried vacationers pushing and elbowing each other to get from point A to point B, all the while lugging insane amount of luggage behind.

To Olive, it felt much like how walking the halls at Webster High used to be, but a lot worse since she had a tyrannical, excited Principal dragging her across the airport.

Skidmore must've been really excited about recruiting this swimmer for the Ant Farm. Olive was knocking and bumping into passengers left and right trying to keep pace with Skidmore, who had a firm grim on her wrist.

"C'mon Olive!" Skidmore admonished from time to time when she felt Olive wasn't keeping up.

"But the – flight - isn't - for another – hour!" Olive managed to say in between every time she bumped into someone or something.

"Well, that's true, but I want to stop by to see the manager really quickly. See if I can't get an upgrade for first class."

"For the both of us?"

"No…just me." Skidmore flicked her air across her shoulder as she sped walk through the airport with Olive in tow. "I'm sure with enough time I can charm the clerk to give me a complimentary upgrade."

Olive shuddered at the thought of the principal sweet talking anyone.

After what felt like forever, Olive and Skidmore had made it to the check in lounge. Skidmore's eyes had darted straight to the manager, who looked busy making sure everything was going right on schedule with his employees. Skidmore strode off to talk with the manager, leaving Olive behind with her luggage.

So Olive was left with nothing to do but wait. She was busy going over the periodic table of elements in her head when she spied a very familiar looking face.

She couldn't help but return the smile of Chyna Parks, who was beaming from ear to ear as she too, had spotted Olive.

In no time at all, she felt Chyna hugging her, and she hugged back. The two squealed and jumped up and down.

After the laughter and squealing died down, Olive asked the obvious question. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Chyna laughed, and launched straight into her story. She brought up Olive to speed very quickly: about how at first she had gotten Angus to score tickets for just her, Fletcher, Gibson and Angus himself, and how like a thunderstorm, things had spiraled out of Chyna's control. Like usual.

It wasn't just them now. Very quickly, the rest of the Ant Farm had gotten wind of Chyna's plan. And they all wanted in. Word trickled down and down through the grapevine, and somehow the news reached Cameron himself, who was the Ant rep for three straight years running. He too, wanted in on the trip.

"So Cameron was the last to know?" Olive asked.

"Yep. And you should've seen the look on his face." Chyna mimicked the look on Cameron's face. Olive had to admit that Chyna's impression was impressive: the comically wide eyes and gaping mouth was dead, spot on.

They laughed. Chyna looked at her watch.

"Anytime now," she announced, "we are going to have a horde of Ants marching down the terminal. There's no way that Principal Skidmore and Gibson can meet. Gibson thinks it's a field trip, and if Skidmore tells him otherwise, it's over. Unless, we have a distraction." She looked pointedly at Olive.

Olive grinned slyly. "And this is where Olive Doyle comes in." She folded her arms. "Leave it to me."

As if on cue, Skidmore's shrill voice rang in the air. "Olive!" could be heard as the name pierced through the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Olive and Chyna glanced south towards terminal B and spotted Skidmore's red, curly hair bouncing up and down towards them as she weaved her way through the crowd.

Olive made a face as if she was about to face a hungry lion head on. "Ok, here I go." Without another word, Olive spun on her heels and marched to Principal Skidmore, ready to cut her off.