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Growing up in Beacon Hills, Wren Martin's life was as normal as any teenagers. With her sister Lydia, and her two best friends, Scott and Stiles by her side, everything was fine. That was until Stiles came up with the genius idea to...
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Chapter Two 🐺 Second Chance At First Line 🐺
Wren sat at the top of the bleachers with her leg on top of the other as she wrote in her journal. Allison and Lydia went back to their houses after school so Wren had to watch alone, which she was used to.
Scott, gazing off with far too many thoughts swirling in his head, doesn't notice the other players backing up behind him. "McCall, let's go!" Coach yelled making Scott pay attention, realizing he's at the head of the line. Coach tosses the ball and Scott goes for the shot as Wren glanced up. Jackson comes at him with a volley of slap checks making Wren cringe and sigh softly, "Still want to be first line, McCall?"
Gritting his teeth in anger, Scott looks up to reveal his brown eyes are rapidly brightening to yellow Wren caught a glimpse at them for only a moment making her furrow her brows. "McCall, my grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead! Can you move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother, McCall?"
"Yes, Coach." Scott said lowly and Coach raised his eyebrows, "I can't hear you." He said. "Yes, Coach!" Scott said louder, "Then do it again!" Coach said and Scott went back to the start of the line. Stiles looked at him worriedly before looking over at the bleachers at Wren who was watching the team. The whistle blows and Scott shoots forward again as Coach tosses the ball to him.
