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?"

    On September 13th, I woke up in the best mood. It was a late start, so I got to sleep in. Not only did I get my full eight hours of sleep, but an additional two more hours as well. I got ready, danced in my room to my favorite music while I picked out my clothes, made my breakfast, and was on my way to school. I arrived at 9: 50 a. m. Little did I know, in the next 20 minutes, my life would change forever. As I got out of my classroom, there he was, holding the gun.

    Although everything happened so fast, in a matter of about 4 minutes, I remember it clearly. I remember every face I saw, and I remember every sound I heard. I remember the fear and the panic of the unknown. And lastly, I remember running. Running for my life. I ran down the stairs, out of the school's front doors, and down the street to the primary school. I remember looking down at my feet. As I looked down, I thought to myself, "How am I running so fast?"

    I finally made it to a safe classroom, and 20 other students and I settled in for lockdown. We stayed close to one another and cried. It felt as though the tears going down our faces would never stop. We passed our phones around to text our loved ones that we were safe and that there was a school shooter, shots were fired, and 4 students were injured thus far.

    The lockdown lasted about 30 minutes, even though it felt like forever. Our headmaster made his way to our room and explained that the shooter had been caught and we were all going to make our way to the football field.

    In this August, I had a trip called "Cultural Trip: Germany, Italy & France" to go to Europe with a group of American students.

    This was not my first time to other countries, but it was unusual one. Why do I think the trip Unusual? Travel agencies (旅行社)usually have travel buses for tourists, What about us ? For five days, we traveled along Germany by bike. We were tired but happy! For some times on the trip, something went wrong with someone's bicycle. But at the end of the trip, everyone was safe and happy.

    In Italy, we went to a kitchen to learn to cook Italian dishes, we made a great dinner and ended by making the chocolate cake. I gave full marks to that night!

    France was the last stop, we went to the capital of France, Paris. We went to the Eiffel tower and we even got onto it. The tower is 324 meters tall, It has three levels(层) for visitors. There are restaurants on the first and second levels. The top level is 276 meters above the ground. If you climb from ground level to the first level, you need to climb over 300 steps. There are another 300 steps from the first level to the second level. That's why people usually get onto the top level by lift.

Every day，a bus driver called Cheng Lin picks up students in a far﹣away village in Chongqing. The bus driver stops1 he notices a schoolbag hanging on the door of an old house. After a moment，a boy2 outside and gets on the bus. 

The boy's parents work far from home and leave3 in the village. Though the boy is far from his parents，he is trying hard4 his study. He goes to school in the city every week. He and5 driver，Mr Cheng Lin，have a special habit. Every time the6 schoolbag is hanging outside the house，the driver knows that the boy needs a ride. 

7 Mondays，Mr Cheng pays more attention while driving，because these children usually go to school on that day. 8 warm man he is!

People call him"9 driver in Chongqing" on the Internet. One man said， "Some people10 not know that the mountain road is so difficult. A 15﹣minute bus drive would take an hour of walking. The schoolbag is their secret with love inside. "

My name is Wang Jialing. My English name is Alice. I'm a 1 in a middle school in Beijing. I have a good friend 2 school. Her full name is Mary Smith. Mary is her3 name and Smith is her family name. She is 4 English girl. She is from Lon- don, but now she is in Beijing with her mom and dad. They are English teachers in our school. Mary and I are in the same class. We often go to school together (一起). She often 5 me with my English, 6 . She wants to learn Chinese well, 7 I often help her with 8 Chinese. Now she can speak some Chinese.

Mary is a 9 girl. Mary likes China very much. Sometimes we talk with each other(互相) in English, sometimes in Chinese. Mary and I often help each other. I'm very happy to make 10 with her.