READING AND WRITING EXAM 8TH GRADE

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The Death Car

It was a cold night in September. The rain was drumming on the car roof as George and Marie Winston drove through the empty country roads towards the house of their friends, the Harrisons, where they were going to attend a party to celebrate the engagement of the Harrisons' daughter, Lisa. As they drove, they listened to the local radio station, which was playing classical music.

They were about five miles from their destination when the music on the radio was interrupted by a news announcement:
"The Cheshire police have issued a serious warning after a man escaped from Colford Mental Hospital earlier this evening. The man, John Downey, is a murderer who killed six people before he was captured two years ago. He is described as large, very strong and extremely dangerous. People in the Cheshire area are warned to keep their doors and windows locked, and to call the police immediately if they see anyone acting strangely."
Marie shivered. "A crazy killer. And he's out there somewhere. That's scary."

"Don't worry about it," said her husband. "We're nearly there now. Anyway, we have more important things to worry about. This car is losing power for some reason -- it must be that old problem with the carburetor. If it gets any worse, we'll have to stay at the Harrisons' tonight and get it fixed before we travel back tomorrow."

As he spoke, the car began to slow down. George pressed the accelerator, but the engine only coughed. Finally they rolled to a halt, as the engine died completely. Just as they stopped, George pulled the car off the road, and it came to rest under a large tree.

"Blast!" said George angrily. "Now we'll have to walk in the rain."
"But that'll take us an hour at least," said Marie. "And I have my high-heeled shoes and my nice clothes on. They'll be ruined!"
"Well, you'll have to wait while I run to the nearest house and call the Harrisons. Someone can come out and pick us up," said George.
"But George! Have you forgotten what the radio said? There's a homicidal maniac out there! You can't leave me alone here!"
"You'll have to hide in the back of the car. Lock all the doors and lie on the floor in the back, under this blanket. No-one will see you. When I come back, I'll knock three times on the door. Then you can get up and open it. Don't open it unless you hear three knocks." George opened the door and slipped out into the rain. He quickly disappeared into the blackness.

Marie quickly locked the doors and settled down under the blanket in the back for a long wait. She was frightened and worried, but she was a strong-minded woman. She had not been waiting long, however, when she heard a strange scratching noise. It seemed to be coming from the roof of the car.
Marie was terrified. She listened, holding her breath. Then she heard three slow knocks, one after the other, also on the roof of the car. Was it her husband? Should she open the door? Then she heard another knock, and another. This was not her husband. It was somebody -- or something -- else. She was shaking with fear, but she forced herself to lie still. The knocking continued -- bump, bump, bump, bump.

Many hours later, as the sun rose, she was still lying there. She had not slept for a moment. The knocking had never stopped, all night long. She did not know what to do. Where was George? Why had he not come for her?
Suddenly, she heard the sound of three or four vehicles, racing quickly down the road. All of them pulled up around her, their tires screeching on the road. At last! Someone had come! Marie sat up quickly and looked out of the window.

The three vehicles were all police cars, and two still had their lights flashing. Several policemen leapt out. One of them rushed towards the car as Marie opened the door. He took her by the hand.

"Get out of the car and walk with me to the police vehicle. miss. You're safe now. Look straight ahead. Keep looking at the police car. Don't look back. Just don't look back."

Something in the way he spoke filled Marie with cold horror. She could not help herself. About ten yards from the police car, she stopped, turned and looked back at the empty vehicle.

George was hanging from the tree above the car, a rope tied around his neck. As the wind blew his body back and forth, his feet were bumping gently on the roof of the car -- bump, bump, bump, bump.

(MDH 1994 -- From a common urban legend)


1. Where were the Winstons going when this incident happened?

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2. What was the reason for the news announcement on the radio?

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3. What did George think was causing the trouble with the car?

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4. Why did he pull the car off the road?

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5. Why did Marie stay in the car when George left?

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6. Where did George set off to walk to?

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7. What made Marie so frightened as she waited in the car?

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8. Why did the policeman tell her not to look back when he brought her out of the car?

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9. Marie says, "There's a homicidal maniac out there!" What does "homicidal maniac" mean?

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10. In "Several policemen leapt out," "leapt" means

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About Ray Mears
Survival courses have become very popular in the last few years. You can now find courses that teach you how to make your own shelter, build a fire, get water, find and cook food just using the things around you. One reason for the popularity of these courses is Ray Mears. Ray Mears has been an expert on bushcraft and survival for over 20 years. Through his many TV shows and his books on the subject, he has become well known throughout the world.

Ray grew up in the country. At a young age, he was interested in wildlife and he learned to track foxes and other outdoor skills. He enjoyed camping outside, but never had enough money to buy expensive tents and camping equipment. So he had to make his own equipment by adapting what was around him. Ray never realized that his hobby would become his life’s work.

At school, Ray was greatly influenced by one of his teachers who taught him to look at the world in a different way. He used to spend hours in his local library reading every bit of information about survival that he could find. He began to relearn the skills that were thousands of years old.

As he grew older, Ray started traveling all over the world learning new skills. He was taught hunting and tracking skills by local people who had learned these skills themselves as children. He has traveled to many countries, including Canada, New Zealand, Samoa, and Finland, developing and widening his huge range of knowledge.

In 1983, Ray started his company, Woodlore, where he teaches both military and ordinary people the skills of survival. According to Ray, true bushcraft is about being practical and resourceful and it provides an escape from modern life. He sees himself as a guide helping people to discover the wonders of the natural world.

1 Survival courses ___ popular right now.

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2. The courses teach you how to survive using ___.

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3 Ray Mears has been a survival expert for ___.

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4 Ray Mears grew up in ___.

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5 As a young boy, he learned how to track ___.

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6 He used to ___ his own equipment.

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7 At that time, he was greatly influenced by one of his ___.

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8 Ray has sold a lot of books and made a lot of ___.

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9 His company is called ___.

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10 His aim in life is to help people discover more about ___.

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Write a message explaining an imaginary difficult situation you are in because of their own behavior. Then, write 5 suggestions to this problem using:

You should/shouldn't have done.....