The River Court, it started out as a simple basketball court that the Town of Tree Hill built for kids to play on. Over the years it became a holy place in the mythology of Raven's Basketball. This was where the best learned to play the game and sharpen their skills. Names that were thrown around that played at the River Court were Lucas Scott, Antown "Skills" Taylor, and Nathan Scott.

In such esteem was the River Court now held that only the best could play on it. It was the ultimate honor to be invited to play on the Court. Every child that played juniors wanted to play here.

Keith Scott looked over the hard top and spun the basketball. It was time to play. He started to loosen up; he was shooting from various places on the court. He practiced everyday after lifting weights in the school gym in order to make shots no matter how tired he was from any where on the court. He had one goal to be the best on the Court, be it the River Court or the Field House.

After a few minutes of Keith shooting around his friends started to show up. First was Mike Longstreet, he soon got in on Keith's action and they were passing and setting each other for shots. They worked well off each other, and Mike was just as good as Keith but he never tried out for basketball for some reason.

Mike was a tall black teenager of sixteen. He kept his hair short and only on the top of his head. His eyes had a puppy dog quality to them.

Finally the two were taking a break. Keith throw Mike a bottle of water and he looked at his old friend.

"Keith, you know Angela is coming today," Mike said.

Keith shook his head, "I don't mind my Aunt coming to watch me play, but we never have even teams for her to play," he said, with a tint of disapproval.

"Look she's good. Better then some of the guys that play here, so why don't you let her play."

Keith shook his head, "Teams aren't even it would be fair."

Mike smiled, and looked over towards the river, "Well I don't think we'll have that problem."

Angela Scott came walking up to the court with four other girls. She smiled at Mike and Keith. She was tall and lean, toned from hours of training. She had dirty blonde hair like her father and had his piercing eye. Angela was Lucas' younger sister who was born after he graduated high school, her father never knew her as he was killed in a school shooting incident.

"Ready to play Keith?" she asked.

"Always ready," he looked over to his two other friends, "Still uneven teams, so I guess you can't play."

She smiled, "I've brought people, here's the deal four on four, full court, to ten by ones, make it take it."

Just then a large pick up truck pulled up and parked. Sliding out of the cab was Huck Burke and his sister Kelly. Huck took his hat off and threw it into the cab. Kelly carried the current book she was reading. Out of the bed of the truck jumped a third person.

Huck was tall and slender, packed with muscles. He never seemed to have bulk on him, no matter how much he lifted weights. His eyes were crystal blue and scanned the gathering crowd. His red hair was buzzed short.

Kelly looked just like her brother. She just worn her hair long.

Keith nodded, "Agreed, shoot for teams."

The game started rough, with Angela squaring off against Keith. It was remarked that usually Angela and Keith have a close relationship, in everything but basketball. They both had competitive fire in them that never let the other back down. They use to play against each other until Angela beat Keith badly once, and he never forgot it.

The score was soon quickly tired at nine. When Keith was going up for the shot that tied it he clubbed Angela. She stopped and checked her nose. Finally she looked at her nephew.

"No foul," she said, and flashed a bit of her Uncle in her eyes, "You won't score again."

The game started again and Angela shut Keith down. For what seemed like a minute the ball went back and forth across the court. Angela smiled as she drove to the basket one last time and just as Keith was going to stop her, she passed it out to a girl who then sank a prefect basket for the game.

A bit winded Angela looked at her nephew and smiled.

"Game Keith," she said, with one big smile.

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Soon he was looking around. That was when his friend Huck came up to him.

"It was clean man, a hell of a good shot too."

Keith smirked still a bit hot, when he turned and looked at Huck.

"Huck, who shot that ball?" he asked.

Huck looked at him, "Your sister Kay."

When Keith looked at his little sister, and she ran off. He started to chase her but then let her go. He'd deal with her later.