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…
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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…
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…
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…
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…
I forget about my decision to dislike Ms. Fuller when I’m awakened by her beautiful voice the next morning… Ms. Fuller: *from the kitchen* ♫ Alarm goes off at seven, and you start uptown. You put in your eight hours for the powers that have always beeeeen. Till it’s five…
Since I had to wait until after drama club to finish my rice crispy treats, Ms. Fuller gives me two once I return. I sit down on the couch and happily finish them, before Raul approaches me, asking me to follow him. It’s a bit mysterious, but I sort of…
Tomorrow is Winterfest and I guess it’s true that sometimes adults get sad around the holidays because Ms. Fuller’s song is full of sadness this morning. Ms. Fuller: ♫ I can’t stop loving you. It’s useless to say. So I’ll just live my life, in dreams of yesterday. Those happy…
We notice that Ms. Fuller has decorated the house when we return home from school. The decorations are pretty, but I can’t help but think that Ms. Fuller is taking a big risk putting out decorations, because people in our neighborhood love to steal. I enter the house and see…
In the few days that I’ve been here…I’ve gotten used to a certain routine. But, I guess that routine doesn’t apply on holidays. I wake up to an empty room and walk into an equally empty kitchen. Ms. Fuller isn’t there filling our morning with song as she usually is.…