Tick, tock, tick, tock. The Meowth clock ticked, its hands steadily moving. The tail swung rhythmically, until Sasha bounded into the kitchen and slapped the tail with her hand.
“Stupid thing,” she muttered, pulling a strand of hair away from her eyes.
From behind a gate, a whimper sounded. Sasha’s gaze softened, walking over to the enclosed area to peer out at Champ, her Growlithe.
“Aww, buddy, you hungry?” Sasha crooned, unlatching the gate and picking up the light orange bundle of fur in her arms. Champ dug his head into the crook of Sasha’s arm contentedly. The sweet striped figure was half a year old, but pampering kept him a puppy.
Sasha gently lowered Champ to the ground, her previous rudeness eliminated by her puppyish Pokémon. She poured some brownish bits into a reddish food bowl, which Champ immediately dashed for and devoured.
A grin crossed the usually-mean girl’s face. Unfortunately, the corners of her mouth turned down when she heard two sets of footsteps descending the stars- Mom and Sarah.
“Hello, how are you doing?” Sarah asked with a dumb grin stretching from ear to ear.
“Good until you came,” Sasha hissed, her eyes clouding with spite and anger.
“Sasha!” Mom snapped, coming to her favorite daughter’s defense.
“Gee, sorry mom,” Sasha breathed sarcastically.
Mom just turned up her nose, pulling the rubber band off of the day’s newspaper. Sarah, being the mother’s pet she was, squeezed some oranges for her mother.
“Hey, look!” Mom exclaimed, motioning for her two daughters to come. “Look here at what it says in the paper!”
Sasha peered over her mother’s shoulder, reading the article of interest.

THE CHOSEN ONE
The world is going to come to an end, finally confirmed by philosophers and scientists studying Pokémon behavior. The chosen one must save the world. Are YOU the chosen one? Go to http://www.endoftheworld.com to see!

Mom stared expectantly at her daughter- Sarah, of course.
“Come on, sweetie!” she urged. “Go log on!”
Quickly Sarah slid into the computer seat, typing ferociously. She must have completed some type of form, for the lull of tapping ended and Sarah clicked one time, sighing. The page loaded, and quickly Sarah jumped up.
“MOM! MOM! I’M THE CHOSEN ONE!” she screamed.
“YES!” Mom screamed, hysterically hugging her daughter.
Only Sasha was normal, sitting at the kitchen table, staring coldly into space. When her mother noticed the slumped position of her neglected daughter, she snapped,
“Come on, congratulate her!”
Sasha wrinkled her nose, snarling meanly, “Congratulations.”

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Sasha rolled her eyes as her twin sister excitedly called the newspaper on their videophone.
“Hello?” Sarah asked, out of breath.
“Yes, I’m calling about the end of the world…
No, I really am the chosen one!
Okay, I’ll come.”
Sarah pressed the off button, her body shaking back and forth in anticipation.
“I’m going!” she cried shakily as she ran out the door.
Sasha frowned.
“Mom?” she asked tentatively.
“Hmm…” her mother grunted.
“What will Sarah do?”
“Go on a journey, save the world. Haven’t you read the legends of Ash Ketchum?”
Sasha rolled her eyes, not replying. Of course she’d heard the bragging of the hollow head. Sarah wasn’t his biggest fan for nothing. All the time she’d jabber about her hero.
Sasha paused, then replied,
“Yes. But who will she go with? Anybody?”
“You.”

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“Me?” Sasha grasped, her angry expression fading into a face of shock and disbelief.
“I don’t want to, Mom!” she sputtered, her brows sloping downwards again.
“You have to!” Sasha’s mother screeched, expecting her daughter to act like Sarah and jump up and down.
“NO!” Sasha shouted, taking one moment to scoop Champ up into her arms before running frantically away.

Sasha grumbled, moping on the front concrete steps of her front door.
“Why, WHY, do I have to do this?” she mumbled.
“I bet Sarah isn’t even the cho-“
Sasha was cut short by an eccentric figure stumbling on her.
“Oh, sorry,” Sarah apologized, her sickenly sweet expression making Sasha want to retch.
“Hello.” Sasha snapped, turning away.
“What’s wrong?” Sarah asked, living up to her goody-two-shoes reputation. Sasha wrinkled her nose, swerving towards her twin. Sarah was dressed in a long red coat with shiny black buttons, but the coat (matching with her red felt hat) wasn’t enough to cover pure-white tennis shoes.
Goody-two-shoes - literally.
“Nothing,” Sasha snarled, the word rolling onto her tongue sharply.
“Oh, it’s the thing where you go with me…” Sarah muttered, (supposedly) to herself in a sad, sympathetic way.
“But wouldn’t you like that?” she asked.
Sasha shut her eyes, wincing. She growled.
“Just go away.”

Sasha sat idly on the top bunk, clutching Champ to her chest. She peered down below at the sight of Sarah frantically packing (neatly, of course, knowing the sort of person she was) for the trip. For around 15 minutes Sasha sat in that fashion, almost tuning out reality.
“I’m not going,” she suddenly muttered.
Sarah whipped around, staring at her sister.
“Yes you are,” she said for the hundredth time, this time commanding Sasha with a steeliness unknown to even her own kin.
“Okay…” Sasha squeaked shyly, suddenly frightened of the form below her.
“I’ll go.”