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　　School was over and I was mentally and physically tired．I sat at the very front of the bus because of my 　　1　　 to get home．Sitting at the front makes you 　　2　　 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies．

　　Janie, the driver, tried to break the 　　3　　 atmosphere by striking the match of 　　4　　．I tried to mind my manners and 　　5　　 listen, but usually I was too busy thinking about my day．On this day, 　　6　　, her conversation was worth listening to．

　　“My father's sick”, she said to no one in 　　7　　．I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes．With a sudden change of attitude and interest, I asked,“What's wrong with him?”

　　With her eyes wet and her voice tight from 　　8　　 the tears, she responded,“Heart trouble…”Her eyes lowered as she 　　9　　．“I've already lost my mum, so I don't think I can stand losing him．”

　　I couldn't respond．I was 　　10　　．My heart ached for her．I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great 　　11　　 my own mother was thrown into when my father died．I saw how hard it was, 　　12　　 still is, for her, I wouldn't like anyone to go 　　13　　 that．

　　Suddenly I realized Janie wasn't only a bus driver．That was 　　14　　 her job．She had a whole world of family and concerns too．I had never thought of her as 　　15　　 but a driver．

　　I suddenly felt very 　　16　　．I realized I had only thought of people as 　　17　　 as what their purposes were in my life．I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver．I had judged her by her job and brushed her off as 　　18　　．

　　For all I know, I'm just another person in 　　19　　 else's world, and may not even be important．I 　　20　　 not have been so selfish and self-centered．Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments to keep．Understanding people is an art．

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　　This story took place in France during World War Ⅱ．At the edge of the forest lived a French girl named Marie．She spent her time looking 　　1　　 goats in the forest．

　　One day, she was sitting on a fallen tree, 　　2　　 she heard a voice from behind the bush．It said, “Don’t look around, but listen 　　3　　．You know the little window in the roof over your bed and hold your 　　4　　 lamp just under the window for ten minutes．And then put 　　5　　 the light and go to sleep．”

　　She did 　　6　　 the unseen man told her．She could hear a plane flying round and round 　　7　　 her cottage．“I’m helping the plane!” Marie said to 　　8　　．

　　At that time thousands of French people were 　　9　　 in the forests and mountains to resist the Germans．They were in need of food and weapons, which had to be 　　10　　 to them from planes coming from England．In this way, Marie carried out 　　11　　．

　　One morning Marie met the owner of the voice, a young French soldier．He sat near her and said, “Thank you, Marie, for what you have done．Tonight is very important．Things of great 　　12　　 will be dropped and the light must be shown at 3 o’clock in the morning．Can you keep 　　13　　 till then?” “I’ll not 　　14　　,” Marie answered．Night fell．Two 　　15　　 soldiers burst in, gun in hand．They searched the cottage and remained in her room and she was 　　16　　 to go outside．She sat still, wondering what she could do．She couldn’t stand on the bed to show the light．She remembered her 　　17　　 to the French soldier．The enemies were asleep．Just then she had an idea．Noiselessly she got out of the room and 　　18　　 fire to the hay．In a moment the cottage was burning．She ran 　　19　　 the forest．In the morning, the French soldier came．“You’ve done well, Marie,” he said, “You did not fail．The plane 　　20　　 us what we need．Your parents are safe．Come and join us．”

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　　One night I was sitting in my kitchen half-listening as my 15-year-old brother Tommy antagonized(招惹)my 12-year-old brother Kevin．I didn’t pay attention when Kevin 　　1　　 up the stairs with the hurt on his face．

　　About 20 minutes later, I heard Kevin crying inside the 　　2　　．I knocked on the door and asked, “Hey, Kev, do you want a talk?” No response．So, I grabbed some index(索引)cards and a pencil and wrote, “If you don’t want to 　　3　　, we can write notes to each other．”

　　An hour later I was still 　　4　　 on the floor outside the bathroom with two piles of index cards in front of me．One was 　　5　　 and one was cards from Kevin on which he had translated all his unpleasant feelings into words．　　6　　 I read one Kevin’s notes, tears came to my eyes．It said,“　　7　　 in this family cares about me．I’m not the youngest, and I’m not the oldest, and I’m not 　　8　　．Tommy thinks I can do nothing and Dad 　　9　　 he had the other Kevin as a(n)　　10　　 because he’s better at basketball．And you’re never around to even 　　1　　 me．”

　　It was 　　12　　 what he had said about me．I wrote back “I really do love you and I’m 　　13　　 I don’t always show it．I am here for you and you are 　　14　　 in this family．”

　　There was no 　　15　　 for a while, but then I heard a 　　16　　 sound coming from inside the bathroom．Kevin, who had 　　17　　 cards wrote on a torn-up paper cup, “Thanks．”

　　Since then, I try my best to never 　　18　　 half-notice my family members anymore．Kevin and I have a closer 　　19　　 now, and sometimes when one of us notices that the other is 　　20　　, we’ll smile and say “Write it on a paper cup．”