New Opportunities

                                                                                    August 2, 1660

Dear Diary,

I would never endeavor to leave my land, but I am looking for new opportunities in the new world. New riches and wealth would be in my possession, so I would have to go in one of the first ships. It would be spontaneous because the ship would go fast, so I had to plan if I would take all my family or not, when I had to be at the port, and all the food that I had to take. It wasn’t imperative also, because I had land already, but I wanted more because I knew that if I didn’t go, the land would already be taken by many other people.

My disposition to get more riches can be sometimes too much, but this was worth it. Having lands on both sides of the world would be great, because I could have power on both. I could go back to England and to the new world whenever I wanted, knowing that I had a home on both sides. When we arrive there, we are going to name the place we arrive Jamestown, in honor of the king. We wouldn’t trick the king with guile; we would keep worshiping him in the new world.  Bye for now.

Sincerely,

Isaac

My Bad Life

I had an abrasion on my mind. It was electrifying to me to see that gruesome eye every single day and I felt that I had to clad it. The only way to do that was to kill it. I would never endeavor to kill that evil eye of that old man, but I had to do. 7 days, willing to do it. Every single of these days I would gingerly go to his room to see if I could, but I couldn't. It had to be the perfect moment and I wanted that eye to be opened.


I knew the inventory of this old man. I knew he had gold and I knew he was rich but I didn't want. I wanted that eye to succumb. Days passed and passed until the day. The day. The 8th day. I felt dehydrated and I drank a glass of water and then I went to his room. It was 12:00, the perfect time. I  surmised he was asleep, so I entered. I steadily pushed the door, simulating like if I was a ghost in a scary movie. I entered the room completely and I took my knife. I turned my lantern on, so he woke up. As soon as the old man´s eye opened, anger derived me, and the next thing I knew, I had buried the knife in the eye.


It was all very fast and I felt a lot of satisfaction. I felt like if all of my dreams had come true. A grimace crossed my face because of all the blood that I left and then I started to fell a little scared. I did it all in a cursory way, not thinking of all the mess that I would do. 10 minutes later, the police arrived. Somebody had called them as soon as they heard the scream that the man made. They started asking me questions and I was getting irritated. They told me to corroborate if I murdered someone and I said that I didn't. After they checked all the house, they saw the blood of the body. Ten minutes later, I was sharing a cell with a man in jail.