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Lukas

Young black in deep dark hills of Eastern Kentucky, Harlen County.

"Lukas hurry your ass up the TV people are here!" says a dark skinned woman, wide as she is friendly, she is wearing her Sunday best.

Lukas puts on his high school Dragonrider, the grandmother wallpaper peeling of his bedroom wall. He lifts his bed grabbing a pair of red sneakers. He almost slips on the broken rail on the way downstairs. Skipping like he has for the past four years the broken tiles at the foot of the stair case.

"Coach! What are you doing here?" asks Lukas startled at seeing his future coach here.

"Boy that is not how I taught you to start a conversation." His mother flicks with her strong hand.

"Sorry mam." Says Lukas.

"It's alright mrs---," says Coach Markhov. A man in his eighties with a full head of black hair, on his right hand last year's Nation championship ring.

"Just Miss, Miss Yuno," his mother says.