This is a Yn Story . Yn was working at the August residence until one day Yn and Chresanto August fell in love , their father didn't like it because Chresanto had got you pregnant to both of yall was to move out . Remembering that you was only 1 year old . There is loads of twists and turns in this story , keep up . Want more ? Read on ...

Dysfunctional dys•func•tion•al adjective 1. Not operating normally or properly. 2. Deviating from the norms of social behavior in a way regarded as bad. Things haven't been looking up for Bria ever since Jacob committed suicide. She's lost all hope of things getting better and with every horrible passing second, she's just getting closer to giving up completely. One of the only reasons as to why she hasn't yet, is because of the one person who has put her in this situation in the first place; Jacob. As time passes, this is where Bria will soon end up; on the bathroom floor with tears in her eyes; a cigarette in her hand; and pure sadness in her veins. This is it. This is the story of how she's become completely dysfunctional, and it's all because of Jacob. *This is a sequel to Soft Whispers* *Copyright: ForeverMindless247 2k14*

"I'm sorry Asia, but I will never accept you and I won't allow this relationship. You're too black and he is too white. End of discussion." The one line that changed Hunter and I's relationship forever.

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.