Do you ever wake up feeling that your life couldn't get any worse? That is how Hayden felt almost every day. Ever since she was one year old Hayden has lived in the crowded and loud city of New York, New York. That was until her mother had a severe heart attack, and passed away one day after Hayden’s 11th birthday. One month after the tragic death of Hayden's mom, Hayden’s dad moved them to California. After the moving trucks dropped off all of their furniture, Hayden went to explore the beach. When Hayden first got to the beach, she was thrilled to feel the cold ocean waves crash upon her legs. The water was as clear as glass, and as the waves crashed upon the shore, they looked as white as the clouds above. After thirty minutes, Hayden decided to cruise on home. For dinner that night, they …show more content…
This beach didn't have much sand, and the sun wasn’t shining vibrantly. As she looked around, she spotted a super familiar landmark, the Statue of Liberty. Could it be that she was back in New York, New York? The thought of her being in California earlier this morning was puzzling to think about, because California is on the other side of the country. Then she realized, she had made a wish. Therefore many questions swirled around her head, like is her mom really back, and are they living in New York again? Hayden pushed herself up from the sand and before she could even process her feelings, her legs were speeding across the city to the apartment, where they once lived before. Once she got close to their old apartment, the thought of her family not being there was startling to scare her. With this fear in the way, she wasn't sure if she should open the door. Suddenly, a glance of faith pushed her to open the old rusted door. As the door opened the screeching sound the rusted hinges sent chills to Hayden’s spine. She closed her eyes, and was terrified to open
Heather starts to bubble over and takes a leap of faith. She jumps in the car with her friend Chit to head west to go find herself and be who she wants to be. In a note she says to her family, “by the time you read this, I will be somewhere on the highway heading to the rocky mountains with Chit. I’ll call when I can. Don’t worry.
I haven’t thought about my old town in years, and here I am in front of my childhood home preparing myself for what I might see when I walk through this door. As I reached for the handle, the door swung open practically hitting me in the face. Astonished, I stood there utterly astonished. What made me even more surprised was the person opening the door…”Miss Caroline?” She seemed to have not realized me and ran off in a hurry. Least to say that really took my mind off of the whole situation of my father dying.
Palmer Hayden full name was Peyton Cole Hedgeman. He was given the name Palmer Hayden by his commanding sergeant during World War I. He was born on January 15, 1890 in Wide Water, Virginia. He died on February 18, 1973, at the age of 83. He was a productive artist of his era. He characterizes African American life by painting in both oils and watercolors. Much of Hayden’s work after Paris focused on the African-American experience. He tried to capture rural life as well as urban backgrounds in New York City. Many of these urban paintings were centered in Harlem.
As the story progresses, it is Sunday morning and her family is getting ready to attend a family bar-b-queue. However, Connie insists on not attending and is left alone at home. As she is washing her hair, she hears an unfamiliar car driving up to her house and her heart begins to pound for she does not want the visitor to see her undone. When Arnold Friend, a man she has seen at the restaurant before, but has never spoken to, shows up on her doorstep, she is someone curious as to why he is visiting her. Throughout the scene, he is attempting to persuade Connie into taking a ride with him and his friend Ellie. The more he speaks to her, he reveals to her that he knows many things about her such as her friends, her name, and family and where they are currently at. As the scene develops, Connie no longer has interest in Arnold for she now is scared and is fearful of what his intentions are.
They drove up the vacant road, parking in front of an abandoned house. It obviously hasn’t had any visitors for a while. Kye went around and opens up Tessa's door for her and helps her down. They walk up the steps to the front of the house and peer in the windows, before walking to the door. Kye opens the door just as a rat scurries across the floor.
As she opened the door, she hoped to herself that the inside was nearly as well done, to her delight... it was. The carpenters had fully replaced the banister and painted it and the blood trail was gone from the hardwood. All of the workers were huddled inside the cafe sipping on some coffee, they appeared to be taking a break. Her heart began to race as she ran up the stairs, it was rounding on five and they couldn’t afford a break...or could they. Cleo froze on the top step, it was unimaginable. Every fleck of wall and every particle of dust was in its original condition. No blood, no knives, not a single atom out of place. In stunned silence, she paced the hardwood floor, she walked from the railing to the bathrooms. She wasn’t sure how
Suddenly, the rusty door starts to open. When Sally saw Aunt Sarah’s hideous face,she started to scream. “AHHH,”
Due to Connie’s contradicting feelings, her home persona making her want to go inside but her public persona making her want to go with him, she stood in the doorway. Confused, but curious she continued to hold the conversation with Arnold. After Connie figured out Arnold was much older, she started to get weary and told them they better leave (). The more she figured out, the less she trusted Arnold, and the more frequently “waves of dizziness” came. Against Arnold’s will, Connie sprints and attempts to use the phone, however her will and sense of self seem to have been shattered.
Giselle thought of knocking again, then decided not to. She took out the spare set of keys she had to his apartment from her purse, and turned the key in the lock. The door opened with a slight creak, and she walked in. The first thing she noticed was how pitch black the apartment was. Frowning, she stepped inside the dark place.
As he stumbled through the wet forest, branches smacking his face and bushes tugging at his boots, he spied a little cottage, with smoke rising from the chimney. He walked up to the porch, completely unaware of the feeling that he’s being watched. He knocked thrice upon the door of the cottage, and waited in the pouring downfall. The door
For a moment she thought she was at home, but her inability to think that China is part of who she is makes her remember that she is not in San Francisco, and therefore not in what feels like home to
Ayla was a bit nervous seeing the house. Who could be in it? Would they be nice, or would they turn her away? What about Karma? What would she do with her? Karma hates to be alone. Similar thoughts filled her as they got closer to the house. She had butterflies in her stomach and she expected that some grumpy old man lived in the house and that he would turn her away, or would capture her and make her a maid for the rest of her life. With those thoughts, she approached the house with considerable caution, looking for any sign of a window. There was one window above the door and that was a hopeless without bringing Karma on the front porch. She knocked on the door and waited. Nothing happened, so she knocked on the door harder. Nothing happened. She twisted the handle and pushed in. The door was unlocked and it opened wide. She jumped back, slamming the door and ran to Karma for a quick
Merlin ran in her direction and tapped her foot with his paw. She stroked him in reassurance that she was okay, and went forward to try to open the door. It was locked, and all of the windows seemed to be locked, too, and she could not afford to break them lest the wind come into the house. The white drapes were simple and undecorated, and hid the interior of the house from her view. The smoke coming from a small chimney was carried off into the wind. Natalie felt that this house was here for a reason, and felt welcomed by it. The house could be a shelter from the harsh winter wind outside. After hours of looking, Natalie stumbled upon a loose log in the wall. She feverently scratched at the log to pull it out , and eventually found a small silver key in a box, the box tied with a fine silver chain. The key easily slipped in, and the girl and her companion walked into the house.
Suddenly the black gates slowly open, startling us all. A small squeak escapes from Lydia that I mistook for the rusting metal. I expect her to run away with the
“I don’t understand it…” she wept. Deep down inside I felt sorry for her. Ever since her dad died she’s been increasingly depressed. I look at the couch next to her and take my report card. Why is she so sad? I run to my room as Kai looks at me as if I had killed our mother. I won’t dare to open it.