Hayden's Story Essay: The Tragic Death Of Hayden

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.

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

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.

Unfortunately the package only came with four tickets, so we had to travel alone. After six long hours of being in a private jet, we arrive in California. “Woah, look at that! Oh, and that! And that!” “We get it Agustin, you are amazed by Los Angeles,” Jacob said with a smirk. “Ok Mr. Hollywood, not everyone gets to travel around the world whenever they want,” Agustin backfired. Makenzie soon interrupted the argument with a scream. ‘Oh my gosh! Look! Hannah, look who that is,” Makenzie said, with tears trying to break out of her eyes. I glance over to my left, and I notice Justin BIeber and Shawn Mendes having a conversation. I felt as if i was going to black out. Then I see them getting closer and closer. Boy, is this a dream come

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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

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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.

Monotony had apprehended her. Throwing herself upwards, the girl quickly gathered her sprawled limbs and stood erect; the stiffening noise threatened to clog her throat once more. She could feel herself asphyxiating as the crunching drew closer. I must have left the door open, I must have left the door open, I must have left the door open, repeated in her head like a mantra. Tears began to wash down her face; she quickly wiped them away, hoping the night would mask their tracks. He was approaching.

four more doors down, then he’d reach the room his mother was in. he felt unnecessarily nervous. his small palms sweaty and his fingers jittery. he hesitated outside the door. in his hesitance, he heard more voices. he didn’t want to be punished or abandoned. and he was sure it was because of what he said last week.

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“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.