Select the correct text in the passage.Which detail best demonstrates discourse between characters?excerpt from A Good Place for Maggieby Ofelia Dumas Lachtman“ACCIDENT AT GREENSTON NUCLEAR PLANT, No Danger to Community, Officials Say.”Every time that headline from yesterday’s Los Angeles News flashed into her mind, Margarita—Maggie—Cruz griped the steering wheel of her VW more tightly and assured herself that she was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if she were in danger from the Greenston plant in the desert hundreds of miles away, but those headlines had been the convincing factor in her decision. Yes, it was the right thing to do, and hour after hour as she drove north of Los Angeles, she had felt more and more competent and more secure. Until now.For the last hour she had been so intent on the changing countryside that she forgot to buy gas. The gauge said empty. She drove on, dreading the moment when the motor would draw on the last drop of gasoline and give up. She was driving on a narrow country road lined with tall eucalyptus trees and nothing else. Then in a clearing on the left side of the road, she saw a battered old sign with faded red letters: G-A-S. No, it wasn’t a mirage; it was more like a miracle. With a grateful sigh she turned into the run-down station, bumping over broken concrete and coming to a stop by one of two pumps.A weary-looking old man in grease-spotted overalls appeared beside her. "Fill 'er up?"“Is it cheaper if I pump it myself?” It didn’t look as if he’d take a credit card and she was low on cash.“All the same here, missy,” the man called, rounding the car. “Fill ‘er up?”Maggie said yes, please go ahead, and climbed out of the blue VW. Good thing I didn’t splurge on lunch, she thought, staring at the pumps. Gas is almost twice as high up here as it is in Los Angeles. But I’m not complaining. When she had driven mile after mile without finding a gas station, she had begun to think that maybe being sixteen and a half didn’t make her that smart; maybe a trip like this was a little much for her. Now she felt better. She stretched and thought, Dad would be proud of me. I’m doing what is right for me. Oh, I’ll miss my friends, especially Mim and Lorena. I’ll even miss Ryan. I wonder if he was really going to ask me to the TGI June bash? Well, that’s history. Now is now.

“ACCIDENT AT GREENSTON NUCLEAR PLANT, No Danger to Community, Officials Say.”Every time that headline from yesterday’s Los Angeles News flashed into her mind, Margarita—Maggie—Cruz griped the steering wheel of her VW more tightly and assured herself that she was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if she were in danger from the Greenston plant in the desert hundreds of miles away, but those headlines had been the convincing factor in her decision. Yes, it was the right thing to do, and hour after hour as she drove north of Los Angeles, she had felt more and more competent and more secure. Until now.For the last hour she had been so intent on the changing countryside that she forgot to buy gas. The gauge said empty. She drove on, dreading the moment when the motor would draw on the last drop of gasoline and give up. She was driving on a narrow country road lined with tall eucalyptus trees and nothing else. Then in a clearing on the left side of the road, she saw a battered old sign with faded red letters: G-A-S. No, it wasn’t a mirage; it was more like a miracle. With a grateful sigh she turned into the run-down station, bumping over broken concrete and coming to a stop by one of two pumps.A weary-looking old man in grease-spotted overalls appeared beside her. “Fill ‘er up?”“Is it cheaper if I pump it myself?” It didn’t look as if he’d take a credit card and she was low on cash.“All the same here, missy,” the man called, rounding the car. “Fill ‘er up?”Maggie said yes, please go ahead, and climbed out of the blue VW. Good thing I didn’t splurge on lunch, she thought, staring at the pumps. Gas is almost twice as high up here as it is in Los Angeles. But I’m not complaining. When she had driven mile after mile without finding a gas station, she had begun to think that maybe being sixteen and a half didn’t make her that smart; maybe a trip like this was a little much for her. Now she felt better. She stretched and thought, Dad would be proud of me. I’m doing what is right for me. Oh, I’ll miss my friends, especially Mim and Lorena. I’ll even miss Ryan. I wonder if he was really going to ask me to the TGI June bash? Well, that’s history. Now is now.1Select the correct answer.Which statement best expresses an inference that can be made about Maggie’s character? A. Maggie worked at the Greenston Nuclear Plant. B. This is Maggie’s first time being away from her friends. C. This is Maggie’s first time taking a trip like this on her own. D. Maggie enjoys living in the city of Los Angeles.

Which sentences from the text represent key events that should be used in an objective summary of the text? Select two answers.Answer choices for the above question“Then she showed up for work, and she realized that being an attorney in the real world was nothing like school or even close to her internship at the prestigious Bartle and Dugan.” (paragraph 1)“At lunch Lupe said that she had to get used to it, right—that it really couldn’t be as impossible as it seemed?” (paragraph 2)“Lupe wasn’t ready for the cantankerous look Tina gave her that first day on the job before saying that, no, it never got easier.” (paragraph 4)“She considered quitting—after all, she could always find some other work; maybe Bartle and Dugan would still have a position open for her, even if the job was all monotonous paper shuffling.” (paragraph 7)“In the end, one thing changed her mind: a client, who lost his case but still thanked her and shook her hand.” (paragraph 8)

Select the correct text in the passage.Which detail best develops the character of the narrator, Jane Eyre, in the excerpt?excerpt from Jane Eyreby Charlotte BrontëIn the following excerpt, the narrator, Jane Eyre, describes an interaction with her nursemaid, Bessie.Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word book acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver's Travels from the library. This book I had again and again perused with delight. I considered it a narrative of facts, and discovered in it a vein of interest deeper than what I found in fairy tales: for as to the elves, having sought them in vain among foxglove leaves and bells, under mushrooms and beneath the ground-ivy mantling old wall-nooks, I had at length made up my mind to the sad truth, that they were all gone out of England to some savage country where the woods were wilder and thicker, and the population more scant; whereas, Lilliput and Brobdignag being, in my creed, solid parts of the earth's surface, I doubted not that I might one day, by taking a long voyage, see with my own eyes the little fields, houses, and trees, the diminutive people, the tiny cows, sheep, and birds of the one realm; and the corn-fields forest-high, the mighty mastiffs, the monster cats, the tower-like men and women, of the other. Yet, when this cherished volume was now placed in my hand—when I turned over its leaves, and sought in its marvellous pictures the charm I had, till now, never failed to find—all was eerie and dreary; the giants were gaunt goblins, the pigmies malevolent and fearful imps, Gulliver a most desolate wanderer in most dread and dangerous regions. I closed the book, which I dared no longer peruse, and put it on the table, beside the untasted tart.Bessie had now finished dusting and tidying the room, and having washed her hands, she opened a certain little drawer, full of splendid shreds of silk and satin, and began making a new bonnet for Georgiana's doll. Meantime she sang: her song was—"In the days when we went gipsying,A long time ago."I had often heard the song before, and always with lively delight; for Bessie had a sweet voice,—at least, I thought so. But now, though her voice was still sweet, I found in its melody an indescribable sadness. Sometimes, preoccupied with her work, she sang the refrain very low, very lingeringly.

What is the central idea of paragraphs 1–3?ResponsesThe author and her family live in a city with many healthy green trees that provide shade.The author and her family live in a city with many healthy green trees that provide shade.The author found out that the city has a Parks & Recreation Department that takes care of trees.The author found out that the city has a Parks & Recreation Department that takes care of trees.The author and her brother grew concerned about a neighborhood tree that appeared to be dying.The author and her brother grew concerned about a neighborhood tree that appeared to be dying.The author decided that she wanted to become involved in the Neighborhood Tree Inventory Project.

Select the correct text in the passage.Which paragraph best reveals a character's change of perspective?(15) Tama was inconsolable. She pined for her lover and soon fell ill. Her elaborate trousseau and the outfit for the bridal household was complete but the wedding ceremony had to be postponed.(16) Both parents became very anxious for, as the days went by, instead of getting better their daughter visibly wasted away and sometimes could not leave her bed, so weak did she become…(17) Her mother now begged the father to allow the marriage with Hayashi to take place. Though he was not the man of their choice in worldly position, yet if their daughter loved him, it were better that she should marry him...(18) But now arose a difficulty of which they had not dreamed. Hayashi had moved away no one knew whither, and all their frantic efforts to trace him were fruitless.