Taylor Peterson is smart, fun loving person who is like a breath of fresh air to everyone one she meets. However, when her father passes from cancer she becomes the complete opposite of herself. On the contrary to her former self, she now forces a wedge between the world, her mother and herself. As Taylor's mother struggles with keeping up with bills since the passing of her husband and trying to be there for Taylor, she realizes that she has to make a choice. A choice she thinks will turn both of their lives around for the better. Xavier Lockwood is a spoiled, pretentious, rich boy who has always been known for being in trouble for multiple different things. Nonetheless, being the son of a rich man such has his father has helped him get away with all his little stunts. However, his parents now exhausted from covering for their rebellious son, decide to give him an ultimatum, which can either make or brake him. What will happen when these two troubled teens from completely different worlds end up 'bumping heads'? Will the choice Taylor's mom made be the right one? Is the ultimatum gonna make or brake Xavier? And lastly, will these two teens help or brake each other while also finding out something special on the way?

*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.