When Alice started to cycle home from Jenny's house, she wasn't nervous．She was certainly not afraid of the dark． 1 , it was only a 15, ncnule ride home．But halfway there, she began to wish that he hadn't been so 2 ．
As she rounded a sarp benu, it suddenly 3 cold－very cold．Alice's breath became puffs of white cloud and her legs aso cale that it became hard to ride．
With her liart beating fast, she struggled so hard to move 4 that the didn't hear the car which suddenly appeared beside her．She stopped by the road．The big black car also 5 , Slowly, the passenger-window began to slide down．Alice held her breath．In the soft light inside the car, something 6 ．Then, the light brightened and Alice was staring at a sweet, grey-haired old lady．“Hello, dear,”said the old lady．“I need 7 ．I'm afraid I'm lost．I need to find the nearest airport．I must be there in the next five minutes．”
“Airport?You 8 are lost,”Alice said．“You need to go back five kilometers 9 you reach the”
T-junction．Turn left and 10 for about another 10 kilometers to the main highway．From there, just follow the 11 to the airport．But I'm afraid there's no 12 you'll get there in five minutes!”
“Thank you very much, dearn eplied the old lady．“Don't worry-I'll 13 it time．”
The 14 up and the started off．A little way ahead, it 15 and with hedlights filashing, it drove past Alice．But then, mething 16 happened．The car hegary changing flrst, its color 17 from black to silvey grew when, the wheels began disappearing, but the car to move forward, 18 just above the grolld．As the car 19 into the dark sky, the big red tail-lights grew larger and larger and glowed more and more brightly．With a faint whistling 20 , the car was gone in seconds, leaving Alice shaking her head in disbelief…
In my third year as a high school athletics coach, I gave a speech telling students and parents about the benefits of football．I gave the same 1 each year, aimin g at recruiting(招收)new team members．I talked about 2 football wasn't just for 3 athletes and how everyone could 4 from it．This year, a 5 looking couple approached me after my speech．They said their son really wanted to play football．They had tried to 6 him out of it, but he had his heart 7 on joining the team．
When they told me his name, my heart sank．Michael was five feet and ten inches tall and weighed about 108 pounds．He was a 8 boy, the constant target of other kids' jokes, and as far as I knew he had never 9 sports．I knew he would never 10 it through football practice, let 11 as a player．But we told them we could give it a try．
On the opening day of practice, Michael was the first player on the field, we did 30 minutes of warming-up 12 starting a one-mile jog around the track．I 13 my eye on Michael．At 50 yards he fell, and I helped him to his feet．“Michael,”I said,“Why don't you just 14 the mile?”He said in tears that he wanted to run with the others, so I let him go on． 15 he fell, but each time 16 himself up．
The same thing happened every day for weeks, and Michael gained strength both 17 and physically．By the last week of practice, Michael could run the mile without falling, we had 18 only one game that season, 19 the team cheered louder for Michael's run than the victory they had, Afterward, Michael approached me, and I told him how 20 I was of him．
