Jack is a twenty-year-old young man. Two years ago, when he finished middle school, he found work in a shop. Usually he works until ten o'clock in the evening. He is very tired when he gets home. After a quick supper he goes to bed and soon falls asleep. His grandma who lives downstairs is satisfied with (满意) him.

    One day, on his way home, he met Mary. They were both happy. He asked the girl to his house, she agreed happily. He bought some fruit and drinks for her. And they talked about their school, teachers, classmates and their future (未来). They talked for a long time.

    "Have a look at your watch, please," said the girl. "What time is it now?" "Sorry, something is wrong with my watch," said Jack. "Where's yours?" "I left it at home."

    Jack thought for a moment and found a way. He began to stamp his foot on the floor, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound woke his grandma up. The old woman shouted downstairs, "It's twelve o'clock in the night, Jack. Why are you still jumping upstairs?"

    Little Peter is a boy of nine. He began to go to school the year before last and now he's in Grade Three. He lives not far from the school, but he's often late for class. He likes watching TV in the evening and goes to bed late, so he can't get up on time in the morning.

    This term Mrs Black, Peter's aunt, works in Peter's school. She teaches Grade Three maths. She's strict with Peter and often tells the boy to obey (遵守) the school rules and come to school on time. Yesterday morning Peter got up late. When he hurried to school, it was 8:15. His aunt was waiting for him at the school gate.

    "You're ten minutes late for the first class, Peter." Mrs Black said angrily. "Why are you often late for class?" Every time, when I get to the street corner, I always see a guidepost. It says, 'SCHOOL-GO SLOW!

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Ashley was outspoken, fashionable, and the "Queen Bee" in my school.

I looked up to her and idolized her. I listened to the music 1 listened to, wore the clothes she wore. I even took art class 2 I had really wanted to take theater. I finally fitted in her group.

One day, I walked out of my last class a few minutes earlier to 3 for our group at the dining hall. Concentrating on my homework, I didn't notice they had sat down 4 me. Before I could turn back to say a word, I realized what they were talking about.

I listened 5 . "She's such a loser," one girl said.

Another girl added, "Ashley, she always follows you, trying to 6 you."

"I wish she would leave us alone. We were in the same summer school and now she thinks we're best friends." The once familiar voice sounded so cold and 7 .

I was mortified. My hands were shaking. I couldn't help crying sadly. I felt heart-broken for the very first time. How did this happen? I thought we were 8 .

I ran home. My mother just held me while I sobbed for hours. The 9 she gave was so simple, and I had heard it a million times. "Just be yourself and people will like you for 10 you are." This time it became so 11 . Then and there I decided to find myself back. That was exactly what I did.

Over the next month, I went through a lot of 12 . I bought new clothes that I wanted to wear. I no longer went to 13 class with them, and took theater. I began making new friends. I developed my own opinions and never again followed the crowd.

I had a (an) 14 school year. When I look back, I think it was the year when I discovered the person I was going to be. Despite the pain I felt that day, it was a 15 they had given me. I will never forget about it!

My day began when I saw my six-year-old son Jonathan doing something in the garden by my azalea bush(杜鹃花从). By the time I got 1 , I found he'd broken it! It was my favorite! "Can I take this to school?" he asked. smiling. Though a bit unhappy, I nodded. Then I turned back to the broken bush and 2 it as if to say silently, "I'm sorry." Later I pruned (修剪) it with great care.

The rest of the day, I was busy doing endless housework. Time had passed by fast 3 I realized it was already 3:00. Leaving the clothes in the washing machine. I hurriedly got to school to 4 Jonathan. When I got there, the teacher told me she wanted to talk about Jonathan.

What now? I thought.

 I had prepared myself for the worst,5 the teacher's words greatly surprised me."Did you know Jonathan brought 6 to school today?" she asked. I nodded, thinking about my favorite bush. "See that little girl?" the teacher7 . I saw a bright-eyed child busily drawing a picture with crayons. I8 again

"Well, her parents are separated(分居的) and she has been9 these days. I did all I could to comfort(安慰)her, but nothing10 . This morning I watched your son walk over to11 with some pretty pink flowers and say, ‘This is for you.'"

I felt my heart full of12 for what my son had done. Holding Jonathan's hand, I said, "Thank you, you've13 my day."

I was warmed by the14 Jonathan showed to the little girl and I made up my mind to pass it on. Later that evening when my husband came back home from a tiring workday, I picked some pink azaleas and15 them to him. "This is for you," I said.

In the eighth grade, I had a good friend, Peter. He was an excellent sports star. 1 I never seemed to be any good at sports. But when Peter joined a team, I did, too. Or at least I2 .

 Peter was in the JV field hockey team. He was talented, so he learned the basic skills 3 on the other hand, couldn't seem to hold the stick comfortably. Then Peter spent more and more 4 with the other boys like him and I was beginning to feel lonely.

 Deciding to 5 our friendship; I asked my mom to buy me my own hockey stick so I could practise at home. Peter looked at my 6 , and I could tell that he was thinking it was a waste of money.

I was 7 by his reaction(反应), and felt sad. I thought I simply had to be good at this sport 18 I   was going to keep Peter as a friend. So I practised and practised. I often felt like there was no 9 , but I kept at it. Just during that dark time, Steve became my new partner.

 Then, one day,l10 happened. That day, when Steve sent me his first throw, I caught 11 . Then I caught his next throw, and the next. The stick was actually feeling 12 in my hands.

I still don't know what happened that day, but I will always be 13 tor it. By the end of the season, I was   chosen to 14 for the JV team. I scored 12 goals that year. My success on the field gave me the confidence and the true 15 that I really needed. And Steve turned out to be a great friend.