I own nothing of A.N.T. Farm or the characters. I only own Ariana and Rebeca.
CH 1: The Introduction
"Hey look, they must be the new A.N.T.s," Fletcher said, "Let's go talk to them." Olive and I followed Fletcher to talk to the new kids.
"Hey, you must be the new kids Gibson was talking about," I said, "I'm Chyna Parks, and this is Olive Doyle and Fletcher Quimby."
"Oh, are you a part of the Advanced Natural Talents, too," the one twin asked in a sweet southern accent, "I'm Rebeca Booker, and this is my twin sister, Ariana."
"So what are your talents," Olive asked.
"Well, not to brag, but pretty much everything," Rebeca said, "Music, art, gymnastics, everything."
"You know," I said, "I like you guys already."
"Same here," Olive and Fletcher said. Rebeca and Ariana smiled. We all walked into the A.N.T. Farm together.
"Oh, before I forget, there's this one girl, Lexi Reed, "I said, "Avoid her at all costs. Unless if there's a way to become more popular than her."
"Don't worry," Ariana said, "We'll manage."
"Welcome to the A.N.T. Farm, I love doing that," Gibson said, I'm Gibson. Who are you two lovely redheaded girls?"
"I'm Ariana Booker, and this is my twin sister, Rebeca," Ariana said. They were the prettiest pair of fraternal twins I've seen since the Olsen twins. They kind of reminded me of someone, but who? Skidmore!
"Are you by any chance related to the principal here, because you two kind of look like a younger, prettier version of her," I asked.
"Yeah, we are," Rebeca laughed, "We always hear that we look like a younger and prettier version of Meemaw." Olive, Fletcher, and I laughed.
"Hey who are the cuties," Angus asked while walking up to us.
"Hi, I'm Rebeca Booker," Rebeca said.
"And I'm Ariana Booker," Ariana said. Those two had mesmerizing blue eyes. They weren't those dull blue-gray eyes. They were a sparkly sky blue.
"So, where did you guys move from," Olive asked.
"We came here from Wakita, Oklahoma," Rebeca said. Skidmore came into the farm.
"Rebeca, Ariana, how are my two little bundles fitting in at high school," Skidmore asked.
"We're fine Meemaw, what do you want," replied Ariana.
"The school's monthly talent show is next week and there are certain people who are coming down to see you."
"Please don't let it be the Booker's please," Rebeca begged.
"It's the Booker's," Skidmore exclaimed.
Ariana and I groaned. The Booker's are crazy.
"Who are the Booker's," Chyna asked.
"They're the other side of our family," Ariana said, "They're crazy. They need to be locked up. We're the only normal Booker's, unfortunately."
"As well as our Gram, Marie, and her sister Nicole," I added, "Only four normal Booker's are in the family."
"How many are there," Fletcher asked.
"Good question," I said, "There's Gram, Aunt Nicole, our Ma, Nellie Jo, and Randy Lou, we call him Big Daddy, There's Cousins Brittany Jo, Macy Jean, Emmylou, and Aunt Gracie Ann, and Uncle George."
"They're the biggest pile of rednecks ever, except for Gram and Aunt Nicole," Ariana said.
"Don't worry," Chyna said, "As long as you avoid contact with them, you'll be fine. Or we could set up dummies that look like you. Fletcher can do that."
"Yeah, I'll help," Fletcher said.
"Awesome, you guys are the best," I said. We all hugged. Ariana and I found new friends.