Research Paper On Raymond Sizemore

A skinny boy, Raymond “Razor” Sizemore was born on July 22nd, 1975. He was dark skinned, with honey brown eyes, and dark brown hair. Razor would turn out to be a good person like most of us. And just like us, though he was a good person, he did some negative things.
It was Razor’s first day at the old preschool, two roads down from his small house with the red door on Trelawney lane. His father dropped him off on his way to work at the hospital. Razor’s father was a nurse at University Hospital in Newark. This job paid well, so Razor’s family was well off. At Razor’s preschool he met his soon to be best friend, Jayden. All the young children in the preschool were coloring with crayons. Jayden and Razor both favored the same pale orange color,
Like on Ariana’s birthday, Razor’s mother had not gotten him a present. Not because she was too sad to this time, but because she could not afford it. Razor’s family was now in poverty due to the fact that after her husband’s death, Razor’s mother never showed up at work. Even if she did, it would be too late now and her boss would not allow her to return to her job. When Razor discovered that he had not received any birthday presents from his mother like he has every previous year, he pieced everything together and stormed out the house. Razor was upset, very upset, and he was running down the beaten up, dirty street, to what had appeared to be nowhere. He had no destination, nor did he have an idea of anything that had been going on at home. He had now come to the conclusion that his grandmother had been helping his mother pay the expensive bills. Razor continued running until suddenly he bumped into his old best friend, Jayden. Except Jayden looked different now. He was taller. He dressed, spoke, and even walked differently, in a manner that most people might find extremely intimidating, and Razor would've probably began running away quickly if he hadn’t known him almost his whole
As most of you might know, I am Raymond’s mother. My son recently died in a car crash,” she stumbled on her words, and her eyes were tearing up. This was the first time she spoke about what happened to anybody. She did not even tell her own daughter what happened, but she continues speaking. This time not from the speech she had written. “He had reasons. He had his reasons to jump into that car, and I don’t blame him for it. It was my fault, after my husband’s death, I should have gotten better for him. But I didn’t. I was selfish. Raymond was a good person. He might have done some wrong things sometimes, but don’t we all? Any one of you could have easily been in his place. He was just a kid, tryng to understand life and trying to find out what to do, but it got the best of him. Please don’t forget my son,” she was crying now, “He was a good person and although he is dead he will live in my mind forever, and hopefully in all of