Some testimonies start out slowly and gradually. Some start off quickly. A lot of, unfortunately by no means start at almost all. It was the latter that was slowly becoming the levnedsl?b – or, as he observed it, the description - of Morgan Dubois' existence. Granted, his story was slow in forming not because of not enough effort or desire by himself part, nevertheless fizzled repeatedly due to a significant lack of assistance from the outside globe. The outside world, of course , being young ladies.
Ranking a simple six feet, two inches in height and tipping the scales by one hundred and eighty-five pounds, Morgan Debois wasn't that demanding of attention, and his brown locks and hazel eyes – maddeningly standard, in his sight - performed nothing to alter that, much to his chagrin. Though not less attractive, Morgan by no means fancied himself good-looking, and though he wasn't a heartthrob, girls never seemed to recognize him, both. Unlike a great many other teenage boys, though, he found little solace for the athletic fields or tennis courts of the senior high school scene. This individual wasn't gifted in any real sense with the word, he thought. Produced and performed on the basketball team yet never began, and with a few minor exceptions and headers from a sectional tournament relief pitching performance his junior season, the same went for football and baseball. Also Morgan him self didn't take much via his athletic prowess, in the event one could call it up that; the moment you're a youngster of above-average height within a school inhabitants numbering scarcely 170 – if each of the Jarrett kids were there, the running scam was – you damn sure better play a thing, or you're a queer. You were weak. Nevertheless he'd voluntarily concede the fact that he was nondescript and perhaps all but invisible to the young ladies he fancied having, Morgan Dubois was no queer. He wasn't weak. And though the thought by no means crossed his mind, pertaining to fear of the attention he at times so desperately craved, Morgan Dubois darn sure wouldn't tolerate you thinking having been. And that announcement, though unmade as of yet, is where Morgan's story, and ours, really begins.
I've got to tell you, I saw this coming.
Solly Jarrett, on the other hand, was. He was poor. And he'd be the first one to will. The youngest – by six a few minutes; his cal king sister Holly nearly stinging him out for the honors – of eight kids, Solly was raised in a home that experienced seen enough achievements, the two scholastic and athletic, that he wasn't going to get much more than the usual ‘good luck' from Mother or Dad whenever he got dropped off at college or the snowboarding field.