Chapter 14 Kay

She stopped dribbling the ball. Suddenly the gym was delivered in a thunderous silence. The ball now rested on the floor. She took the bottom hem of her jersey and wiped her forehead of sweat. She looked around and nodded, straightening out she heard the sounds of rice crispies in milk echo in the gym. She took the ball and placed it on the sideline, and walked slowly over to the baseline.

She crouched down into a starting stance. Her fingers set the stopwatch to go, then rested on the baseline. She felt the slippery, polished surface of the freshly refinished hardwood floor. She took one more quick breath and was off running suicides.

Her name was Karen Roe Scott, called Kay by everyone. When she was fourteen year old high school freshman she shot the winning basket in the championship game. She locked herself into the history of the Tree Hill High School Girl's Basketball Team, and cemented Angela Scott's legacy. That was high school, after that she followed Angela to UCONN, as she was just as heavily recruited by them as her aunt. He first season was almost done and again Angela would be graduating and now Kay had three more years left and needed to cement her legacy.

So she pushed, her muscles screaming in pain, wrapped tightly like springs ready to pop. Her breath was heavy and hard like a thoroughbred horse after a race. She had to raise the bar for her performance. The only way to get better was to push.

Kay wanted to be the best. If that meant erasing her aunt and mentor, then so be it. Angela would understand and would approve. It was her time, and Kay wasn't going to let it pass.

She finished her running, and stopped, clicking off the stopwatch and shook her head. She straightened up and saw one of her teammates standing there. The teammate was just shaking her head.

"Damn, you push yourself harder then Angela," she said.

"Chandler, I can't perform any less then equal to Angela," Kay replied.

Chandler Boone crooked an eyebrow and looked at the young freshman, "Why?"

Kay shrugged, "I just feel that I have to be my best, and she is the best."

"So next year you're going to emulate whoever is the best then?" Chandler asked.

Kay grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead and shook her head. "No, not read to match multiple goals," she said.

Chandler shook her head and finally sighed, "You know you border on obsession?"

Kay shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, nor do I care," she said and started getting her stuff together. She headed out of the Gabel Pavilion and got her bike off the rack and started to ride over to where she was living. After locking up her bike, she headed up to her room.

Her gym bag went flying and landed on her bed. Her roommate picked her head up from the book she was reading. The roommate rolled her eyes and studied Kay.

"What is it with you and your aunt being so rough?" she asked.

"I'm not in the mood, Anya," Kay said.

"Another disappointing workout?" Anya asked.

Kay shook her head, "Chandler thinks I'm obsessed," Kay said.

Anya shrugged her shoulders, "You do push yourself to be good as Angela is. Nothing is wrong with that; just two people can't always meet the same standard."

"Gee thanks Anya, you're supposed to be my friend and roommate," Kay replied.

"Kay, I'm only telling you the truth. Take it as you would like," Anya said.

Kay rolled her eyes and started looking around her room.

"What are you looking for?" Anya asked.

"My shower things, unless you want this place stinking of my sweat all night and most of tomorrow," Kay said.

Anya shook her head, "This is why I keep telling you to put things in the same place all the time, so you can find them," she said, and got up.

"You're starting to sound like my sister," Kay said.

"Which sister?" Anya asked.

"Ellie, God, Sawyer isn't old enough to nag me yet, thank God," Kay said.

"I was talking of you're older sister," Anya said.

"I don't have an older sister," Kay said coldly.

Anya shook her head, "That is not what Angela led me to believe," Anya said.

Kay shook her head, "Just because Angela accepts that half-breed into the family doesn't mean I have too."

Anya nodded, "There is a saying Kay, friends leave you, but family is forever," she said.

"More of that psycho-babble?"

Anya shrugged her shoulders, "Sisters is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship, Margaret Mead," Anya said.

"You've been on Quote Garden again?" Kay asked.

Anya shrugged, "Maybe, but Kay, look at the picture frame there, what does it say?"

Kay looked at the picture; it was of her, Ellie, Candace, and all three of them holding Sawyer still. Looking over it, it was something made by her mom, above the picture it said sisters, in the right corner it had a small one, to prove it was the first made. Her Mom made sure she was given number one, Kay always suspected it was to ease the feelings of Candace actually being the oldest. But at the bottom was a quote that came from one of Ellie's favorite books, Mansfield Park.

"Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply," Kay read.

Anya nodded, "Exactly, and here is are your shower things," Anya said and handed them to Kay. Kay took them meekly and nodded, getting a smile out of Anya.