Passé composé and imparfait French help?

As she ran out the door, Allie smiled at her mum, who was choking her sorrows with a smoke she had sparked. Kicking a stone along the path she looked ahead, and could see the figures of overjoyed children running around, blissfully shouting and laughing. Somebody ran past her, accidentally making her drop her lunch.

Sorry!” shouted the little boy, turning back but not stopping. It’s fine,” she mumbled, bending down to pick up the sandwich she had made herself earlier that morning. A few minutes later, she had reached the school gates.

Mothers were kissing their children goodbye; children were playing on the swings. Not pausing to greet anybody, she walked straight into the classroom. Sitting at her desk her teacher looked up when she entered, not questioning Allie as to why she wasn't outside playing, but a simple “Good morning, Ellie Good morning Mrs. Smith” Allie murmured, with a dark, mournful look shooting across her face.

Mrs. Smith passed the students desks, passing Allie’s desk she sees Allie sitting with her hand clenched pushing up her cheek staring into the distance, the teacher wondered but she didn’t ask, it was hard to see the pain behind her mask. When the bell rang for lunch, the children scrambled to collect their lunchboxes, always the newest Batman or Barbie versions. They ran outside and sat down at the benches.

Allie took her time picking up her brown paper bag and quietly wandered. She caught a glimpse of Miss Graham observing her from the window, but didn’t have the energy to plaster a reassuring smile on her face. Instead she looked away and sat down on the swings.

Hands in her lap, swinging her leg, she noticed her lace dress had ridden up, showing a large purple bruise on the inside of her thigh. She ran her dirty weak fingers over it causing her to relive the horrors that had came flashing back to her from the night before. She suddenly saw a pair of little black shoes appear in her sight, Allie lifted her head and sees Andy’s big brown eyes looking deeply at her.

Allie’s posture straightened and busted out her beautiful smile. Allie loved talking to Andy, nothing made her happier and soon she zoned out and was just watching him as he laughed and tucked her sandy blonde hair behind her ear. The other kids passed by and looked at her weird... nobody knew Andy like Allie did.

That night Allie and Andy talked to each other from their bedroom windows. Their laughing and joking suddenly was dominated by Allie’s mothers stomping and shouting as she rumbled into the room. Andy stood like a statue with a tear racing down his face, he watched Allie’s mother’s drunken eyes looking into heir’s and seeing her mouth spew out swear word after swear word, he watched Allie look at him with tears streaming from her eyes as if she just wanted to die already.

Her fists lashed out, hitting Allie over and over again and shaking her like a puppet. He could hear sirens over the sounds of her mother’s death-defying yell and Allie’s screams of pain. Her mother’s foot collided with her head, a heart-wrenching crunch was heard, and her cries ceased.

A statue stands in a shaded place; and her name is written on a polished rock. Andy stood in the park only surrounded by few people wearing black he turned away and disappeared into the light. Appearing out of the body he had walked through, he opened his arms an angel girl that the world forgot, glowing looking more beautiful and peaceful than ever, pulled her close and holds her tight.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.