Bad luck

In my L/L writting class we had to write a short story that had to end with the phrase "That was the last time I saw them/she/he" This is my story:



- Eleanor Campbell, come here right now to the kitchen- my mother demanded angrily, oh-oh she was furious. I ran downstairs but in the first step I slipped falling face to the floor and I moaned with pain.
- What?- I asked to my mom that was looking at me angrily.
- What is this, little lady?- she gave me my grades.
- They are my grades.
- Yes I can see it, but why are they so low Ele?- my mom calmed down a bit.
- Because school is boring? I don't know- my mom stared at me with a mad face and took a breath.
- You are penalized- she said and I rolled my eyes because I saw it coming- Now go to your room and put your eyes on the books- Really mother? I am not ten years old. And as if she read my thoughts she said- No more parties and electronic devices- I gasped with surprise and when I was going to complain she went away.
With million words in my mouth, I walked upstairs and in my room I closed the door.

I went to the window and sat down for a while watchng the town and a paper plane came to my lap. I opened it and saw it in written:
"What's wrong? PD: My name is Louis Tompson and yours?"
I answered and I threw it.
"I am penalized, I am Eleanor Campbell"

And the rest of the week we continued like this until we become best friends. But one day I received one plane that said:
"Must go forever" and that was the last day I saw them-

Diary entry

We read a poem called "For my grandmother knitting", that it is about how the granny in all her life, no matter if her hands were in bad conditions, she will be still knitting.

And this is my Diary Entry, relating her life as a young women:

Dear Diary:

Today was a fantastic day, I've married the man that I love, and tomorrow we will go to Italy for our honey-moon. I think I'm the happiest woman in the world, with a beautiful family, the man that I love, all my dreams come true, I would cry if my husband, it feels so good to wrie that, doesn't worry about me, he is an angel, I am very glad of his mother of having him.

I remember the first time we met, we were only seventeen years old, we were too young at that time, and when he asked me for a date, oh dear! I was so nervous, but I quicky accepted, his kindness and the way he looked caught my eyes immediataly.

Our friends told us that we would never be for each other but look us now, we are married! I wonder how their faces would be when they get to know about these news.

But I don't care about that for now, the only thing I have to think of, is begin a family with Matt, we thought that raising kids would be a magical experience, I always wanted to have babies with the man that I love, and now I can make it happen. But there is a problem I have a strange addiction, I need to knit, I don't know if it is because having free time, or because I like it, but I guess that I have to worry.