No. 8Ara : What was your oldest sister  doing when you arrived home yesterday morning ?Siska : She.... a novel in her bedroom.Was readingIs readingReadsRead

My sister Natalie wanted to grow up in seconds and not in years. I was left behind to catch up in real time. Only two years apart, I also felt decades away from her. Natalie wanted privacy, personal room, and mother’s pretty possessions at ten. I longed for her cuddles, which she only dispensed when she had upset me and was sorry. I loved my big sister with every ounce of my being though she felt weighed down by my displays of affection.  “When I was your age, your aunt Jen and I weren’t close,” our mother confessed. “Now, we can’t get enough of each other. Your grandparents are really old, and we share our worries and responsibilities, you know.” I wasn’t ready to think about that—my beautiful mother being frail or my towering father using a cane. I suspected Natalie would be ahead in the care arrangements and that I would try to play catch-up. I wondered if I would always be just a shadow in Natalie’s life until the day I caught her sobbing in the hallway.  “You didn’t see anything,” Natalie said between sobs and rushed to her room, which she didn’t seal with a locked door.  Entering her neat room, which was a furniture catalog, was a privilege. The veneer of the green curtains added a layer of beauty to the windows. Except for crumbled tissues in the trashcan, nothing seemed unkempt. What had been bothering my perfect sister? “What’s wrong?” I asked and sat on the edge of the bed to take up the smallest possible space. Then, I spotted a broken friendship bracelet by the night lamp. How could I have not noticed before? Carly hadn’t come over in months. Natalie wasn’t on the phone every free minute of Saturday and Sunday. I had been buried in books and band practice and failed to see my big sister’s loneliness. “Do you want to watch Zombie Cheer together? We don’t have to talk. We can just be…together.” Natalie lunged at me to hold me tight and wailed until my hair was damp. I let her. Then, she dried her face with tissues and took me by the hand to the living room. Mother had already set up two big bowls of popcorn, which looked like heaps of comfort. Mother always knew everything. QuestionRead the dictionary entry for tower. tower \tou-er\ noun1. a high building or structure 2. a structure used for a stronghold? verb3 to stand hightower \toh-er\ noun4. a person who tows?Which definition best matches the way the word towering is used in paragraph 3?ResponsesA Definition 1Definition 1B Definition 2Definition 2C Definition 4Definition 4D Definition 3

1. She … a book when I arrived.A. Was readingB. ReadingC. ReadD. Are reading

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"It’s your turn to do the dishes, brat," Kiyana reminded her younger brother Gabriel after dinner."Remember, last night Mom and Dad said from now on we trade kitchen chores every other night.""Can’t you forget this nonsense?" Gabriel groaned."Nope."Kiyana’s mother gave Gabriel a stern look. So he began clearing the table, grumbling about the turn of events.Kiyana headed for the garbage container and started tying up the bag. Some carrot and potato peelings fell out. She knew she should pick them up, but they were all covered with gravy."Better pick those up, Sis," said Gabriel."You should push the garbage down before you tie the bag," Kiyana’s father advised."Do I have to put my hand in all that trash?""I’ll do it," said Gabriel. But before Kiyana could say thank you, he added, "If you do the dishes.""No way," said Kiyana. She picked up the lousy peelings and threw them in the garbage. Then she pushed down the rest of the trash. Her hand became greasy. "Ugh!" she exclaimed. And when Kiyana lifted the lid of the garbage can outside, an awful odor came out. She held her breath so she wouldn’t have to smell it.What had Kiyana gotten herself into? Every time she had to take out the trash, she felt greasier and smellier. But Gabriel decided he loved washing the dishes. Sometimes he even sang while he cleared the table.No sources were consulted in the composition of this passage.SubmitKiyana and Gabriel's relationship can best be described asAfriendlyBevilCkindDcompetitive