Prologue

Mylayah's POV

My name is Mylayah. I'm 15 years old and I have a 13 year old brother named Richard. I was born in the Bronx while my brother was born in lower Manhattan. With my mom, Nana, and my "dad". I have long curly 3a hair that reaches to a little longer than my waist. Thanks to my Italian "dad" I have 2 colored eyes. One hazelnut and the other is blue. Because my mom is black, I have her hazelnut eyes. Growing in New York was welllll interesting... From the drug addicts, to the homeless people on the streets, to the snobby rich people that seemed that they could rule the world. All of those experiences taught me lots of different things. Now I can speak Italian, Spanish, and English.

In my childhood, family was the most important thing. They kept me warm when it was cold, feeding me and nurturing me in kind ways. However, it all came to a stop when my dad just disappeared. Apparently, my dad is apart of the Italian mafia, he owed some money then disappeared. Though, this hurt our family alot, both financially and emotionally. We moved on. Staying happy for who we have by our side.

Ugh... School was another challange due to my differences. Kids tried to bully me, key word tried. Cus if they did, I would beat them up, my Nana told me that if kids try to bully you "put them in their place physically" so I did. Honestly, second grade was my best elementary class. I made a friend for the first time who wasn't my brother. His name was Ryan, we met by us cursing out each other in Italian because of one seat on the first day of school. But the most surprising day in second grade was Valentines Day.

Valentines Day a day of love and romance, I thought it was disgusting because my mom and "dad" married each other on Valentines Day. I can still remember that day like it just happened. I walked into school late as usual, then to my class to see a letter, a bouquet daisies, and a huge bag full of gifts. The look on my face and my classmates was probably priceless. The name on the card was To Layah my Principessa.

The only person that calls me that is Ryan. I turned my head to look at Ryan who asked me to be his Valentine. I said yes but he acted like he was the happiest boy in the world. He then kissed me on the lips. I was definitely shocked it was also kinda mutual. Since, I kinda liked liked him. What did I know I was 7. The entire school day he held my hand, whenever someone tried to separate our hands he would get furious at that person.

I came home with my brother our faces full of chocolate from the bag of gifts. To see my Nana and mom packing to move, it shattered my heart to see us leave from our home. We moved because my "dad" was seen making out with another woman in front of our apartment. My mom saw it and just couldn't handle it anymore. I can't believe to this day that I was swayed my new shoes and by getting a new bedroom in our next house.

My Nana and mom got new jobs frequently that paid alot but we would have to move very often. So, me and my brother grew up basically having no friends. We went to Atlanta, to Miami, to Houston, to Las Vegas, and now currently our home Los Angeles. Maybe I'll see Ryan again.....