Scott Morgan
Scott was lying fast asleep in his big bed. His dreams like so many before were spent searching for his mother. His alarm went off. He rose his head slightly and turned it off. He looked at the clock. It was 5.30. Time to get up he thought. Scott rose from his bed. He walked out on to the balcony from his room. The sun still barely peeking out. He stretched and smiled. Another wonderful day he thought. He turned and went back into his room. He grabbed some old sweats and an old football jersey. Time for his run he thought.
Scott loved going for his morning run. It was his chance to enjoy some peace and quiet. To be away from the circus that was his life. It was his chance to think. He knew he had a huge decision to make about college soon and he was really worrying about it. He knew his pro career would suffer with a bad decision. Despite all his worrying he knew the decision would only seem like he made it. His father would probably pressure him to go wherever he saw fit.
Scott got back to his house as soon as he walked in the door he was met by the housekeeper. Christie was a middle aged lady. She had been employed by the Morgans since Scott was a baby. Her face always lit up when she seen Scott. She was the closest person in the world to him. She loved him as a mother. And he loved her.
"How was the run sweetie" She asked. "Great, I'm going to grab a shower before school." He replied. "Okay i will have breakfast waiting for you when you come down, I'm going into town though so you will have to eat on your own." Scott ran upstairs. He jumped in the shower, had quick wash and got changed. Scott was wearing jeans and his Denver Broncos jersey. It was number 18 and had Manning on the back. Scott wasn't so much a Bronco fan as he was a Peyton Manning fan.
He came downstairs grabbed his breakfast quickly. And left the house. He headed for school. Another boring day until practice afterwards he thought. As soon as Scott got near the school he was receiving the usual Hi Buddy greetings from people he didn't know. He usually said Hi back. Once inside he headed straight for his locker.