第三部分　阅读理解（共两节。满分30分）

阅读下列短文，从每题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。

第一节：（共11小题；每小题2分，满分22分）

My Best Enemy

Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Lisa. That’s where the similarities ended.

I was tall and she was small. My thick black hair had been recently cut short into an untidy style. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great. I was 12 and one of the oldest in the class while she was 11 and the youngest. I was awkward and shy. She wasn’t. I couldn’t stand her, considering her my enemy. But she liked me and wanted to be friends.

One day, she invited me over and I said yes—I was too shocked to answer any other way. My family had moved six times in six years, and I had never managed to develop any friendships. But this girl who wore the latest fashions wanted me to go home with her after school.

She lived in a fun part of town that had two pizza places, an all-night bookstore, a movie theater and a park. As we walked from the school bus stop through her neighborhood, I tried to guess which house might be hers. Was it the white one with the perfect lawn or the three –story house with a front porch? I got very surprised when she led me into an old apartment building. She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister.

When we got into the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies, which was my next surprise. I had never played with them. We sat on the floor, laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Barbies. We found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older and both had wild imaginations. We had a great day that afternoon.

Lisa was loved by the whole neighborhood. The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines; the movie theater gave her free tickets…. Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other’s houses and spent every free moment together.

Lisa, my first real friend since childhood, helped me get through the rough years of early adolescence（青春期）and taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: you worst enemy can turn out to be your best friend.

52．The writer and Lisa were similar in the way that_________.

A．they were both new students   B．they had the same hair styles

C．they were both tall   D．they were of the same age

53．One day Lisa invited the writer_________.

A．to go to the movie   B．to go to her home

C．to go to walk in a park    D．to go to a pizza place

54．In the passage the writer described Lisa as a girl who was_________

A．awkward and shy            B．rich and happy

C．quiet and lonely              D．friendly and lovely

55．Which of the following did the writer learn form Lisa?

A．How to make up stories.     B．How to deal with enemies.

C．How to make friends.         D．How to live a better life.

ONCE again, I was in new school.  36 was a girl in my class named Paris. That’s where the similarities  37  . I was tall and she was small. I was one of the   38  in the class while she was the youngest. I was awkward and shy. She wasn’t. I couldn’t stand her, considering her my  39  .

  40  she wanted to be friends.

       One day, she invited me   41   and I said yes I was too shocked to say no．42  no one had invited me over to play before．But this girl, who wore the   43   fashions, wanted to see me．She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister- When we got to the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies which was my next   44 ．I would have thought she'd outgrown them．I had   45   played with them．But we sat on the floor of a walk-in cupboard laughing as we   46  crazy stories about the Barbies．That's when we found out that we both wanted to be   47  when we were older．We both had wild   48  ．

       We had a great day that afternoon．Our jaws （下巴） 49  from smiling so much．She showed me her   50  , which had mostly come from a designer clothing store （时装设计店） down the block．The woman who owned it used her as a   51  sometimes for her newspaper ads and gave her clothes in exchange．

       Paris had the whole   52   charmed．The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines, the 53__ gave her free passes and the pizza place let her have free pieces．Soon I was   54  in her magic world．We slept over at each other's houses, spent every free moment together．My dark hair grew out and I learned to love being tall．

       Paris, my first real friend since childhood, helped me get through the   55   teenage years and taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: your "worst enemy" can turn out to be your best friend．

A．It           B．So          C．She        D．I

A．ended       B．started       C．came        D．began

A．youngest    B．shortest      C．oldest           D．tallest

A．enemy       B．friend        C．sister          D．rival

A．And        B．But         C．So             D．Or                  

A．off         B．up             C．over          D．in

A．However    B．Actually       C．Therefore      D．Besides

A．modem     B．new           C．late           D．latest

A．surprise      B．joy          C．delight         D．happiness    

A．once         B．ever          C．never         D．yet                

A．made for     B．made up         C．put up          D．made into             

A．writers       B．singers       C．dancers        D．designers

A．laugh      B．imaginations  C．behaviors       D．experience

A．harmed            B．ached               C．injured        D．wounded

A．books        B．paintings     C．food ．         D．outfits                 

A．writer      B．outfits          C．model          D．exchange

A．family     B．neighborhood  C．class           D．school

A．colleges    B．clothing stores  C．restaurant    D．movie theater

A．attracted     B．drawn        C．included     D．attached

A．tough         B．happy          C．colorful        D．rich

Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Paris. That's where the similarities ended.

I was tall and she was small. My thick, black hair had been recently cut short. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great. I was awkward and shy. She wasn't. I couldn't stand her. I considered her my enemy. She liked me. She wanted to be friends.

One day, she invited me over and I said yes — I was too shocked to answer any other way. No one had invited me over to play. But this girl who wore the latest fashions wanted me to go home with her after school.

I got very surprised when she led me into an apartment building. She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister.

When we got to the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies — which was my next surprise. I would have thought she'd outgrown them. I had never played with them. But we sat on the floor of a walk-in closet, laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Barbies. That's when we found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older and we both had wild imaginations.

We had a great day that afternoon. Our jaws ached from smiling so much. She showed me her wardrobe, which had mostly come from a designer clothing store down the block. The woman who owned it used her as a model sometimes for her newspaper ads and gave her clothes in exchange.

Paris had the whole neighborhood charmed. The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines, the movie theater gave her free passes and the pizza place let her have free slices. Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other's houses, spent every free moment together. My dark hair grew out and I learned to love being tall.

Paris, my first real friend since childhood, taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: that your worst enemy can turn out to be your best friend.

1.The writer and Paris were similar in that      .

A. they were both new students

B. both of them were friendly

C. both of them were tall

D. they were both the youngest in class

2.In the article the writer described Paris as a girl who was      .

A. awkward and shy  B. fashionable and proud

C. quiet and lonely  D. friendly and lovely

3.What did the writer learn from Paris?

A. How to make best use of her neighborhood.

B. How to dress and look fashionable.

C. How to become a good writer

D. How to make friends.

4.From the article, we can see that through her friendship with Paris, the writer      .

A. found she and Paris had more similarities than differences

B. was able to fit in at her new school with Paris’ help

C. was not so awkward or shy as before

D. learned more about fashion herself

完形填空 （共20小题；每小题1分，满分20分）
阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，可以填入空白处的最佳选项,并在答题卡上将该项涂黑。
Although my father wasn't a  doctor,  he  made  his  own  brand  of  "house  calls"． I followed him as he    36  a plate of my mother's home cooking to an elderly man named Frank    37   all major holidays, and when Frank was    38  ． As far as I know,  their  only    39   was that Frank was an occasional    40   at Dad's small gas station． Frank's home was a two-room house on the rough side of town with a rotten front porch（门廊） that you could fall through if you weren't    41  ． Through his caring    42  , my father was teaching me to be a doctor,    43   neither of us knew it at the time．
When I was 13, my father    44   lung cancer． He brought home a    45   the doctor drew showing    46   his cancer was and told me that he was going to    47  ．
The big green oxygen tank with plastic tubing    48    a central feature （特征） of our living  room next to his easy chair． Several months passed and his condition    49  ． He asked me to    50    my mother when he was gone． He said, "I love you, son．" That night he died．
When you're 13 and your father dies, you have some    51   to make． You can use the circumstance as a （n）    52    for letting your behavior and grades go down drain, or you can honor his memory and try to do something    53   with yourself． I    54   my energy on my school work and my goal of becoming a    55  ． ．

Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Lisa. That’s where the similarities ended.
I was tall and she was small. My thick black hair had been recently cut short into an untidy style. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great. I was 12 and one of the oldest in the class while she was 11 and the youngest. I was awkward and shy. She wasn’t. I couldn’t stand her, considering her my enemy. But she liked me and wanted to be friends.
One day, she invited me over and I said yes—I was too shocked to answer any other way. My family had moved six times in six years, and I had never managed to develop any friendships. But this girl who wore the latest fashions wanted me to go home with her after school.
She lived in a fun part of town that had two pizza places, an all-right bookstore, a movie theater and a park. As we walked from the school bus stop through her neighborhood, I tried to guess which house might be hers. Was it the white one with the perfect lawn or the three –story house with a front porch? I got very surprised when she led me into an old apartment building. She lived on the fourth floor in a two-room place with her mother, her stepfather, her two brothers and her sister.
When we got into the room she shared with her sister, she took out a big case of Barbies, which was my next surprise. I had never played with them. We sat on the floor, laughing as we made up crazy stories about the Barbies. We found out that we both wanted to be writers when we were older and both had wild imaginations. We had a great day that afternoon .
Lisa was loved by the whole neighborhood. The bookstore owners lent her fashion magazines; the movie theater gave her free tickets…. Soon I was included in her magic world. We slept over at each other’s houses and spent every free moment together.
Lisa, my first real friend since childhood, helped me get through the rough years of early adolescence and taught me an amazing and very surprising thing about making friends: your worst enemy can turn out to be your best friend.
【小题1】The writer and Lisa were similar in the way that          .