阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项（A、B, C和D)中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项。

    On a warm Monday, Jenny Neilson bought a sandwich and parked her car under some trees. Rolling down the windows to 1 in fresh air, she settled back to enjoy her lunch. Suddenly she2 a big bald（秃顶的）man running through the parking lot. Before she came to 3 what would happen, the man was there, shouting through her window, “Get out!”

    Neilson 4.

    Pulling open her door, the man seized her 5 the neck and hair, and threw her out of the car onto the ground. She screamed, 6 her purse and the keys.

    Two reporters of the local newspaper, Robert Bruce and Jeff Jackson, just outside their office building on a7, heard the screams and began running.

    When they 8 Neilson's car, the attacker had jumped into the driver's seat and was 9 searching for the keys. Bruce opened the door, and he and Jackson dragged the man out. The attacker 10 back. But even in his cornered panic, he was no11 for the two athletic men.

    Reggie Miller, a worker of the local newspaper, heard the screams, too. He rushed back to the office to 12 the police, and then ran back with some plastic ropes—used to tie up newspapers.

    With his arms13 tight behind him, the prisoner looked up and said 14, “I hope you guys feel good about yourselves—you just caught one of the most wanted men.” They 15 him and waited for the police.

    Later, Bruce and Jackson were shocked to learn the man was the 16 carjacker（劫车者）and suspected murderer, whose 17—but with a full head of hair—had been recently printed in their own newspaper.

    Neilson considers herself lucky 18 she suffered injuries. She believes the story might have had a19 ending if those good people had not come to her aid. “Unfortunately,” she said, “many people would20 have done what they did, and that's the real truth.”

    Flora was a carnivorous(食肉的) plant. She lived in a supermarket, next to her friend, Porky, who worked there. Porky 1her with great affection and attention, and always gave her some meat at the end of each day. But one day, Porky didn't give her meat any more. Flora got so worried that she decided to 2 why Porky did this to her.

    After several days, she found out that Porky 3 lots of meat in a big yellow box. 4 not to know anything about it, Flora asked Porky if she could have a little of the food that was 5 in the yellow box. He responded very 6that she could not.

    Flora felt hurt, as well as 7, and she couldn't stop 8who Porky was keeping all that delicious-looking meat for. She was filling up with anger. That night, when the shop was 9, she went over to the box, opened it, and10the meat.

    The next morning, Porky arrived and found the meat had gone. Flora felt terrible. He asked her several times 11she had taken the meat. At first she 12it, but seeing Porky's worried face, she13 to admit to it.

    “What have you done?” Porky 14. “I told you not to touch it! All that meat was 15！That's why I haven't been able to give you 16for days. They sent us a spoiled（变质的）delivery.”

    Without delay, Flora was taken to a hospital, and the doctors there 17 to save Flora's life. Flora was very 18 and it taught her a big lesson. She learnt to stick to the 19set by those who loved her, because that was much 20. than doing whatever she wanted.

    When I was 12, I really liked snowmobiles. My brother Cody and I 1 together all the time. One 2 day, my cousin, Brittany, was here, and we decided to ride our really old, yet fun snowmobile. My mom was 3 about it at first but thought that we were4careful. So we went out just as usual and my brother carefully checked everything we 5before we rode. We got on: my brother in front,6 then my cousin Brittany and I in the 7 We were riding around in the back of the woods on the edge (边缘) of the field. Our faces were 8and became red,9we didn't care .We were having tons of 10! We had gone around the woods three times when we were coming to the edge that 11 the gravel road (碎石路). There was a driveway there and then a field across the road.

    I 12 my cousin shouting, “Faster! Faster! Cody! Go faster!” As she was shouting. I was 13 the gravel road in front of us. It was coming closer and closer but we still moved with a 14 speed. Just then. I knew something was 15 I looked up at my brother and could feel he was 16 starting to worry. We went through the driveway and I watched as we sped across the road. Then, BOOM! We hit the ditch (沟) and flew through the17for a short second and then hit the ground like a18 that had just fallen from the sky. At this point, there was nothing we could do. The snowmobile tipped and we all 19. We all felt frightened.20 we didn't have any serious problems.

    My father always told me: "All work is noble." He wasn't 1 , but he earned a reasonable living. Thanks to his 2 , I was able to go to Art College. I, however, wanted to do something 3 , something more interesting-I was special！

    After graduation, I moved to New York in search of a graphic designer job. It was winter and, ever the optimist, I'd only brought enough money to 4 myself for about a month. I wasn't 5 -I was sure I'd find a fantastic job immediately.

    Within a few weeks, though, I found myself wandering around the streets having been 6 by every design office in town. My hostel 7 was almost gone and I hadn't eaten in days. “How had I reached this point？""I wondered as I 8 in my thin jacket.

    I was just about to 9 when my dad called. He suggested that I get a job in a 10 until something else came along. At first, pride made me 11. But I was cold, hungry, and unwilling to go home feeling 12 and defeated.

    I entered an expensive-looking cafe near one of the design offices that had turned me away and asked the manager if they were 13. She said they were 14, and offered me a job right away.

    15, I found that I really enjoyed serving people. I started making big 16 right away. Later, the manager learned that I had a design 17 and asked me to design the cafe menus. That led to a part-time job at an advertising company.

    Previously, I'd have never considered being a 18, but there I was. I 19 got my dream design job, but that winter I learned not to make 20 about work.

Finding Home

    "I hate New Orleans! I wanna go home!" I 1 to my mother as we moved boxes. 2 , going home was not easy because my home was 1, 100 miles away.

    I was born and 3 in northern Virginia. Virginia was my home, and I never expected that to 4. In 2014, my family experienced a tragedy (悲剧), so my parents decided to move to my mom's hometown of New Orleans.

    Only three months after my parents made the 5 to move, I found myself moving boxes into our new house. My announcement to my mother that I 6 the new environment was partly motivated by how hot it was, but it was mostly due to the fact that I felt like my entire life had been turned upside down. 1,100 miles away from everyone and everything I had ever known, I was 7. To make matters worse, I was starting high school in two weeks Beginning high school is a scary 8 on its own.

    I spent my first few months in New Orleans, 9 wanting to go home to Virginia. But after a few months of missing home, I 10 that I had a choice. I could continue thinking about how much I missed my old home, 11 I could start trying to build a new home right here. I chose the latter.

    As soon as I stopped giving all my 12 to how much I missed Virginia, I was able to begin accepting the love that people were already giving me. I joined some clubs at school, which gave me the chance to make friends. My neighbor taught me how to cook some New Orleans food, and I found a wonderful 13 of fellow cooks and neighbors. Overall, I seized every possible opportunity to 14 myself and to rebuild my life.

    Because of my resilience (复原力) in creating a new home for myself and the 15 that people have shown to me, home is right here.

    On a dark grey morning, my mom said in a quiet voice. "Your dad and I have decided that we're moving to Singapore.”

    These words did not1much in my five-year-old brain until the day we had to2 and say goodbye to our close friends.

    Normally，mom always booked our3together. The4of sitting next to a stranger was never something I had to worry about, until now. Booking it late, we weren't given5when buying the seats.

    I was6as I walked on the plane and down the aisle. What I saw was something 7to an alien to me. It was an Indian lady dressed in a traditional Sari and having a massive bindi(额前的人工痣) between her eyebrows. But her8wasn't the only thing that9me away. I made a10 as if I had smelt something sour.

    My mom11walked me to the back of the plane, and12she wasn't any different from me and I should be respectful because it was her13and religion.

    As we got prepared to14, the lady buckled(扣住 )her seatbelt and took out a book from her bag. At that point I am15that the book was in English! After a short sleep, I16to dinner time. I got spaghetti and so did the lady sitting next to me. She was eating the same thing as me!

    Throughout the flight, I17in my young little mind that she was just a human being like me though she looked and18differently, which provided me with a19of being a human being who20all types of lifestyles.