Hello once again fellow readers, I have returned with yet another story! Yes, yes, I know what you guys are thinking: "Oh HELL NO, run!" Okay maybe not…either way, thanks for all the reviews, I love reading your opinions.

Disclaimer: I own a cat, $2.89, and a gum wrapper…that's it…

Scott McCall had the ball in his lacrosse stick; three players of the opposing team surrounded him at all angles, no way out. McCall was stuck, but his werewolf senses were high; he looked at each player angrily, his yellowish eyes full of power and concentration. His breathing had become low and slow, but dangerous at the same time: he was ready to kill. One of the players that surrounded Scott couldn't wait much longer and ran towards his direction. Scott sensed his presence coming quickly and throws the ball with all its might, making the winning goal. Before the crowd could stand and cheer, a loud voice erupted the playing field.

"! Y EL BALÓN HA ENTRADO EN EL PUNTAJE NET EL GOL DEL TRIUNFO! LO INCREIBLE QUE ERA TODO!" exclaimed fútbol announcer Andrés Cantor; his eyes wide in fascination on the powerful throw Scott made. Everyone in the crowd tried to search for the man's voice and finally found; he was standing near a light pole with a microphone in his hand and two large black speakers on both his sides. The game's crowd looked at him in uttered confusion; others looked at him in amazement on how he could yell that one word for a long time and not be out of breath. Both teams on the field just stared at him, not knowing what to say; all but Scott since he was looking down on the grass controlling his breathing. Cantor stayed put for just two minutes before releasing the microphone that fell to the ground and walked away peacefully. Moments after the man left, the audience looked at the scoring board and saw that the home team won the game. Realization coming back into their minds, the crowd went wild with cheers, whistles and applause. The fans came running from their seats trying to congratulate Scott for his victory. Stiles, who was sitting down on the bench, recapped on what just happed a few minutes ago. Shaking his head, he released his shirt that he was biting on, closed his eyes and said: "Why me?"

Done and done! Short, but what the heck; poor Stiles, why does he experience weird things in life. His best friend is a werewolf and he found half of the body of Laura Hale in the woods. God just seems to hate him…so please leave your reviews! Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD