Mo was waiting in the corridor outside her class. She was feeling sick. She had two exams that day and physics was first. She really hated physics. It was her worst subject. Terry looked back at her from the front of the line, and then looked away quickly. Mo thought she looked guilty. She didn’t have a problem with physics she didn’t have a problem with anything ... Miss Perfect!
“Hi, Mo, it’s your favorite exam today,” said Nima, laughing as she joined the line. Terry was looking at Mo again. “So, what’s wrong with her?” asked Nima. “I thought you were friends.” “Yes, so did I,” said Mo. “But she hasn’t spoken to me for two weeks now. She promised to help me review for the physics exam too, but then she’s ignored all my calls and texts. She’s forgotten who her friends are!” said Mo angrily. Mr. Reed was talking to the class and the other students were going into the exam room. Mo gave Nima a worried look and followed them.
Mo couldn’t answer question number five. She looked up and saw Terry sitting two rows in front of her. Mo couldn’t believe it! Terry was holding her phone on her knee under the table and reading from it. Is that how Terry always got such good grades? She felt really angry at Terry, but she didn’t know what to do. She thought about telling the teacher, but what would everyone else think of her? “Stop writing and put your pens down.” said Mr. Reed as he started to collect the exam papers. Oh no, Mo hadn’t answered two of the questions. She was going to fail again!
Mo wanted to talk to Terry at lunch time, but she couldn’t find her anywhere. The next exam was history. That was Mo’s favorite subject but she wasn’t feeling good. Mo went to the library to study, but she couldn’t concentrate. She didn’t know what to do about Terry. She thought about telling a teacher, but everyone would hate her if she did that. “It wasn’t fair!” she thought. “Terry was getting good grades by cheating all that time.” thought Mo. Just then, Mr. Reed walked past her table. “Mr. Reed.”
Mo was sitting behind Terry again in the history exam that afternoon. Mo was feeling terrible. Why had she told Mr. Reed? But it was too late now. And anyway, Terry didn’t want to be her friend! Mr. Reed wanted her to look at him and nod if she saw that Terry was cheating in the exam. She was working on the last question when she saw that Terry had her phone under the table.
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Without thinking, Mo looked up and nodded to Mr. Reed.
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Mo was walking towards the school gate, when she heard footsteps behind her.
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Shanti wanted the wooden doll in Ramu’s toy shop. “The one with the red dress.” she told her best friend, Jodi.
“How will you afford it?” Jodi asked
Shanti smiled. “I asked my mom if I could make jasmine garlands (茉莉花环) and sell them at my aunts market stall(摊位). Want to do that，too?” “Good idea!” said Jodi.
Early the next morning, the girls met at the jasmine bushes outside of Shanti’s house. They picked the flowers, dropped them into a basket and then sat under a tree knotting( 捆 扎 )the flowers into garlands. Shanti could already see herself hugging that beautiful doll.
“If we sell enough garlands, we can each get a doll,” said Shanti
Jodi shook her head. “My family is low on money this week. I'll use my money to pay for Kiran’s medicine.” Kiran was Jodis little brother. “Is he sick?” Shanti asked. “He is. But when he gets his medicine, he’ll be fine.” Jodi picked up her garlands. “My mother is expecting me. I’ll meet you at the market.”
Shanti spent the afternoon selling garlands at her aunts market stall. But where was Jodi? By early evening Shanti had sold all her flowers.
Shanti was on her way home when she saw Jodi heading to the market with her garlands. “Why are you so late?” Shanti asked.
“I had to watch Kiran while my mother did her work,” Jodi said “Why didn’t you take him with you?” Shanti said.
Jodi shook her head. “He’s too sick to go out. He coughs and coughs.”
Shanti knew Jodi wouldn’t make enough money for the medicine now. The market would be closing soon.
Shanti looked at the money in her hand. It was supposed to be for the beautiful doll she’d been dreaming of for so long. Then she looked at her friend’s tired face. “Here. Keep this for the medicine.” Shanti put her money into Jodi’s hands.
That night, Shanti cried, thinking about the doll. What if someone bought it before she’d saved up enough again?
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The next week, while Shanti and Jodi gathered flowers, Kiran came, too.
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Unfortunately, Ramu told Shanti someone had bought the doll.
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Hudson had been looking forward to this trip for weeks. This was more than the usual excitement about end-of-year trips. And now, finally, after weeks of expectation, Hudson, Davion, Tasha, and their friends Trey and Justin were at Six Flags Great America, which was home to more roller coasters and games than any place north of Florida.
They were waiting in line for the Twisted Twister—the scariest roller coaster. In front of them, the coaster rose threateningly out of the ground. From the very beginning, the Twisted Twister lived up to its name. The black coaster tracks corkscrewed 5 almost immediately. Then, the riders in the yellow cars were given a moment to catch their breath as they were cranked (转动) slowly to the top of a hill. But the relief didn’t last long. As soon as the roller coaster cars were over the peak, the track twisted again. And again and again and again.
Glancing at it, Hudson felt his stomach was too tight to say anything at all, The Twisted Twister was the scariest roller coaster he had ever seen. But he wasn’t about to mention his fear to his friends. Because they would tell him that he was acting like a little kid, too scared to go on the park’s best ride. He felt dorky and awkward standing there. The sea of people between them and the Twisted Twister was steadily getting smaller. Hudson smiled weakly as his friends cheered when they counted just three rope barriers to go. Then two. Then one. And then they were at the stairs. Davion, Justin, and Trey were nearly jumping up and down with excitement. But Hudson could only hear people screaming, and he couldn’t even tell if the screams were because of delight or terror. And he knew, suddenly, that he could not make it.
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Without a word, Hudson turned, pushed past the crowd and ran out of the line.
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Just then, he saw his other friends coming, big smiles on their faces.
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It was an ordinary but unforgettable Saturday, and everything was nice and peaceful. The wind, soft but a little cool, clicked through tree branches and stirred the bushes. I was walking along the river, which is rushing and sparkling between green banks, and enjoying some hot chocolate with the sun shining down on me on this nice spring day. I was in the mood to do something nice for a stranger and started to look around for an opportunity to do a random act of kindness.
Two minutes later I was approached from across the pathway by a complete stranger. I wasn’t sure why he was approaching me, when from out of nowhere he started talking to me really rudely. I could tell he was probably drunk or high or who-knows-what, so I just stayed calm and kept walking ahead. There were hundreds of people sitting on benches nearby and walking along the South Bank with me, so I wasn’t really worried.
However, as I tried to walk along, he kept saying offensive things to me and trying to get my attention. I tried to change my course and he kept following me, coming closer each time, and just wouldn’t leave me alone. At one point, he literally cornered me near the rail next to the river at which point I got really scared and didn’t know what to do. Although there were people everywhere, I got worried that the bystander effect might kick in and nobody would do anything about what they were seeing. I was praying that one of the many people sitting on benches nearby who could hear everything and watched this whole episode unfold would be courageous enough to help me out of this situation. “What should I do? What should I do?” I was nearly sobbing.
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At this moment, a couple, probably my parents age, passed by me.
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Finally, the drunk man left, still saying something in his mouth.
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Sam was from a poor family. After graduating from university, he managed to find a highly-paid job working in a reputable company. As his salary was very important for him to support his family, he worked very hard, devoting himself to his tasks and always ready to assist others. Nevertheless, he had a shortcoming — he was often late for work, which had caused some minor losses for the company on previous occasions, although the damages were relatively insignificant. However, this time, the consequences were about to become more severe.
It was a busy morning, and Sam had overslept, leading to yet another delayed start to his day. He hurriedly dressed and dashed out of the door, hoping to make up for lost time while driving. As he drove along the familiar route to work, a sense of unease settled in his mind. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something important was about to unfold.
Then, in the distance, he noticed something unusual on the side of the road. Curiosity inspired, Sam slowed down and eventually came to a stop. A group of concerned individuals had gathered around a fallen child. The little one, who was on his way to the nearby kindergarten, had suffered a serious injury from the fall. The child’s mother stood beside him, weeping in deep sorrow. Sam parked his car on the roadside, ensuring it was safely out of the way of traffic. He took a closer look at the child, whose face seemed somewhat familiar. Compassion (同情) rose in his heart as he witnessed the anxiety of the mother and the pain across the child’s face.
“Is everything alright? Can I help in any way?” he asked, trying to comfort the mother, who, with her eyes red and filled with tears, explained how serious the situation was. The nearest hospital was a considerable distance away, and she was unable to transport her injured child alone.
Sam decided to drive them to the hospital, even though it meant being late for work.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
However, that evening, Sam received a phone call of apology from Mr. Johnson.
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I couldn’t stop thinking about watermelons. I’ve saved my money to buy my own. One giant, juicy, wonderful watermelon all for me. I was going to eat it all up, except for the seed. Dad joked that if I ate the seeds, a watermelon would grow inside my stomach. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Then my stomach would be happy all the time!
At the store I looked for the biggest, the juiciest, the most wonderful watermelon. And there it was, right behind some cantaloupes (甜瓜). They were small and light, not like my giant, juicy, wonderful watermelon.
I picked up my watermelon and put it on the floor. I rolled it down the aisle. I rolled my treasure to the checkout line. The grocery clerk lifted my watermelon for the cashier to weigh. Fifteen pounds! After I paid, the clerk set it back on the floor for me. I rolled it out the door, then along the sidewalk, three blocks to my house. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto the watermelon.
“Lucy! What are you doing with that watermelon?” Mom asked.
“I saved up my money and bought it at the grocery store. I’m going to eat it all by myself.” Mom frowned. “You’ll get sick,” she warned.
“Please?” I begged. “I’ve been saving for it.”
Mom thought about it, then smiled as if she knew something. “OK, but only if you eat it outside,” she said.
I rolled my giant, juicy, wonderful watermelon out the back door to our picnic table. Mom brought out a knife and some paper plates. My sister followed her. “Ooh, watermelon,” she said. “I want some.”
“Sorry,” I told her, “I’m going to eat it all by myself.” My sister whined to Mom.
But Mom said, “Your sister bought it herself. She decided what to do with it.” My brother came out next. He wanted to take a bite as well.
I said loudly, “No way. I’m going to eat it all by myself.”
My brother howled, but Mom again said, “It’s your sister’s watermelon. She decides.”
Mom cut the watermelon into four pieces, then cut each of those in half. Eight pieces in total. I reached for my first piece and took a bite. Red juice ran down my chin.
My father came out. “Oh, watermelon!” he said, seeing it.
“Don’t even ask,” said my brother. “She won’t share,” my sister added.
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Paragraph 1: The four of them stood together around the picnic table, watching me.
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Paragraph 2: Mom smiled as if she had known all that I would share.
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