I sit outside drinking my punch and enjoying the slight, but still pleasant chill of the first day of winter…until I’m called back in by Ms. Fuller announcing that dinner is done. I walk back in the house and everyone who seemed to have scattered and disappeared earlier is suddenly there. It looks like no…
This is it. Unless someone gives mama a get outta jail free card, this is now my home. I admit that it’s the nicest place I ever lived, but…I still don’t see how I could make it home. Ms. Fuller: Do you remember which room is yours Alida? Alida: Yes Ms. Fuller: Good. Claudia should…
People call me an old soul, because I’ve seen too much, heard too much and know too much for my age. But I believe that I’m really just a regular kid. I like to play and I try to make friends when I can. And whether I truly am an old soul or not…my first…
My story starts in a group home located in the middle of the hard streets of Mirage Park in Del Sol Valley… …where bars on the windows, graffiti-tagged walls and empty abandoned lots are the norm. My mama was a wanderer…always saying that if you stay in one place too long, you end up jacked…
Please meet Alida Tate, the founder of what will later become the Banks Dynasty. I’ve been jotting down notes left and right for a while now…as the voice of Miss Alida keeps invading my thoughts while I try to sleep, shower, or enjoy some quiet time. Her story is begging to be told, so here…
