Chapter One
Shaina's P.O.V
"Aw, come on coach! He's obviously cheating!" I shout at the TV.
"Shaina! Be quiet! I'm trying to put on some make-up here, and your shouting isn't helping!" my twin sister, Shana, shouts back.
I frown, and slump back down on the couch.
Let me properly introduce myself. My name's Shaina Ofrancia. As you can see back there, I have a twin sister, Shana Ofrancia. We both look the same, like any normal twins would. We both have black shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes. We're both sixteen years old, yet I'm the younger twin. Only because Shana's ONE MINUTE older than me! And she never lets me forget that.
Anyway, even though we're twins, we're not twins. I know, no logic whatsoever. But it's pretty much true. The way we dress for example. Usually my sister's typical outfit would consist of a tang top and mini skirt, with Shana wearing lipgloss and blush. As for I, my outfit would usually consist of something sporty and comfortable, my face plain of any make-up at all.
I know what you can easily see here. The tomboy twin and the girlie-girl twin. That's not all there is to it. My sister and I are fans of Yu-Gi-Oh. At least, when we were little. We used to have this ritual to rush into the living room at 8:30 p.m, having a bowl of popcorn with us. Then we would argue in the middle of the show who was cuter, Yami Bakura or Marik Ishtar.
But it all stopped when we went into middle school. Shana gone off with the popular crowd, and I've gone off with the boys. Shana would say to me, "It's time to grow up, it's such a kids' show!" Although I would never admit it to her, I'm still a big fan of Yu-Gi-Oh, and I really miss those times.
I glumly change the TV channel. And what do you know? I land in the middle of the show, Yu-Gi-Oh! I smile to myself. This is Season 0. Wonder why they're showing it? Nevertheless, I continue to watch the show. Shana then comes in the room.
She glances at the TV. "You're still watching that?" she asks in disapproval.
"Yes." I reply without taking my eyes off the TV.
"Whatever, you better get out of here. My friends are coming, and I want this place to be spotless." Shana says, looking at the mess I made.
I glare at her. "No." I say boldly.
She puts her hands on her hips. "Excuse me?"
I stand up. "I said no. Mom said to not invite your friends over when she's gone. Plus, I'm watching." I point out.
"Well, I'm older than you, so you should listen." Shana says angrily.
"Yeah, only by a minute." I say angrily back.
We give each other the Death Glare for a minute. Anger boils in me. I am fed up with my sister's attitude. After these years of drifting apart, I hardy feel like we're sisters, let alone, twins. As I'm realizing this, the Yu-Gi-Oh show, pumps me up more. My eyes fly over to the remote. Shana's eyes fly over to them as well.
Next minute we're on the ground, tussling for the remote. We pull it back and forth.
"Give it to me!" Shana grunts.
"No! I'm tired of you ignoring me!" I shout. With that said, Shana lets go of the remote. I fall back, and the remote flies out of my hand. It crashes into little pieces against the wall. Great.
"Shaina! You ruined everything!" my sister shouts in frustration.
I shrug, and roll my eyes angrily. "Whatever. Call the TV mechanic, genius." I say rudely.
Shana glares at me, and snatches the phonebook, and opens it to a random page. Then, she gets the remote, and dials in the number.
"Hey, TV mechanic? Come here to Charity Lane, 1254 Avenue. We have a broken remote." Shana says, while glaring at me. She slams the phone down.
"Now we wait, oh, for like, 30 minutes!?" she yells.
Suddenly, we hear the honking of a car outside. Shana rushes to the window.
"The TV mechanic is here." She glances over to me.
"You're lucky. How did he get here so fast?" She quickly rushes outside, bringing back in an old man with a toolbox. He tips his hat to us.
"So your problem is a broken remote?" he asks, examining it.
"Yeah, some certain people don't know how to handle objects with care." Shana says crossly.
The old man chuckles. "It's no problem really. I'll fix your remote. For now, you would have to test out this special remote I made."
"Test?" my sister and I ask at the same time.
"Indeed. I'll come back in a week." He hands us a strange looking remote.
"Good day." He says, tipping his hat. Then he quickly walks out of the house.
After he was gone, I say, "Strange guy. Never said his name." Shana groans, and falls on the couch.
"What will I say to my friends? It's such a lame remote!" she says melodramatically.
I roll my eyes in annoyance. "Okay, I'll take it then."
Shana jumps up. "No way!"
Next moment, we're fighting for the remote again. By accident, I press one of the buttons of the strange remote. Our surroundings become fuzzy and static. A screeching sound echoes trough the room. "What's happening?" Shana shouts before everything went black.
