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Midterm Practice Worksheet #1

English
Grade 8
The Disappearing Neighbor
Sunlight peeked through the pale curtains and illuminated the room. I dragged
myself out of bed and got ready for school. As I waited at the bus stop, I noticed
that my sweet as apple pie, elderly neighbour was not there, watering her roses like
she does every morning in my seventeen years of life. I did not think much of it
and brushed it off to mentally prepare myself for the gruesome day of school. A
few hours later, I returned from school and waited for my neighbour to come a
knocking on my door, with a fresh batch of whatever delicious baked goods that
she had cooked up in the morning. Ten minutes after my arrival, someone knocked
on my door. But instead of my gracious neighbour, I was greeted by the worried
wrinkles of her eldest son, who lived out of town and only visited her twice a year.
He explained to me that ever since he had come, he could not find his mother
anywhere. He came to me because I always went to her house to accompany her
after school.
I was shocked. I had visited her yesterday and she seemed perfectly fine, chirpy
even. A wave of depression washed over me. Where had she gone? She did not
even have a car, or a proper phone and all her bills were paid by her children. Her
son rushed to all the hospitals in town while I searched her house to find any clues
to her location. I found a calendar, with today's date marked and her beloved
notebook with four papers torn out along with her favourite embossed pen, that
was gifted to her by her late husband, missing. I crashed on the couch, racked my
brain for any indication of where she could have gone. I looked to my left and saw
an old picture of her and her husband, gazing at each other with heart eyes. It all
clicked, I called her son and told him today was the tenth anniversary of her
husband's death. We both rushed to the graveyard and found her leaning over his
tombstone, smiling, and happily telling him all about her days. We took her home
and she said she was tired and wanted to take a nap. She did not wake up. And out
of her pocket three letters and her will fell out along with her pen. Her letters were
addressed to each of her sons and one letter was for me.
Her will clearly broke down which of her two sons would get what. But at the end
of it, it stated “all of my plants, pottery and collection of stationary, and 200 dollars
will be given to the girl next door who has always given me company when I
needed it”. As I read my own letter, fat teardrops decorated the page as my eyes
registered what she had written. Her plants were her entire life, and she had left
them all to me. Even now as a grandma, I still wake up and go water her roses
without a single complaint and greet the little girl who lives across the street as she
waits for her bus

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