Point of View Quiz

“Do you love candy?” I asked my friend Roxis. I always make friends with other people. 

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CCSS.RL.1.6

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Timmy was rushing to get to school because he was going on a field trip. Timmy felt so happy and excited that he was going on his first field trip of the year. Timmy thought that everything was going to go good that day. 

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CCSS.RL.1.6

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CCSS.RL.6.6

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Vince held the slice of pepperoni pizza in his palm as the cheese dripped through his fingers. He didn't know what to do. The cafeteria was afire with slices of pizza flying through the air. Splat! A greasy slice of sausage splattered on Vince's table. The sauce splashed up and hit his friend R.J. in the chest. "Ugh!" R.J. shouted as he fell into Vince's arms. "I'm hit, Vince!" 

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CCSS.RL.5.6

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CCSS.RL.8.6

"Ice cream! Ice cream!" I heard the street vendor shouting as he pushed his cart down the block. Ice cream sounded really tasty on a day like this. I plunged my hands into my pockets and examined the contents: one pair of house keys, a pack of gum that was almost empty, and a few coins. I pulled the coins from my pockets and counted them. It didn't take long. 46 cents. I saw a line of children from the neighborhood in front of the street vendor. Each walked away happier than the former. My mouth tasted like hot ashes. 

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CCSS.RL.1.6

CCSS.RL.5.6

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CCSS.RL.8.6

The dog slobbered his huge tongue up Alice's face, leaving behind a sticky trail. "Yuck!" Alice shouted while wiping the slobber from off of her brow. Alice didn't like the dog that her parents got her. She had wanted a cute little dog that could sit in her lap and wear tiny sweaters, not a great big hound that knocked over her dolls with its tail and left drool puddles everywhere. "Go away!" Alice shouted at the great hulking beast. If the dog understood what she was saying, he didn't seem to show it. 

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CCSS.RL.1.6

CCSS.RL.5.6

CCSS.RL.6.6

CCSS.RL.7.6

CCSS.RL.8.6

"Shhh!" Gomez silenced his companion as the car pulled into the driveway. She was only ten but she knew the ropes and stopped talking immediately. The driver got out of the car. He was a tall man in his 40s with a thin mustache. He matched the description of the man that they were looking for. "That's the target," Gomez whispered. "I'll distract him. You put this under his car," Gomez told the girl, handing her a small magnetic tracking device. 

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CCSS.RL.1.6

CCSS.RL.5.6

CCSS.RL.6.6

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CCSS.RL.8.6

"Jack! Don't forget your coat," Mom shouted down the stairs. "Already wearing it, Mom! Love you!" I shouted back while stepping through the front door. The wind whipped across the street tossing a light spiral of snow through the air. My coat was already zipped, but I pulled it up as high as it would go and buttoned the top buttons. It was just that kind of day. A large snowplow came crashing down the street, sparks flying off of the steel plow as it scrapped the asphalt. 

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CCSS.RL.1.6

CCSS.RL.5.6

CCSS.RL.6.6

CCSS.RL.7.6

CCSS.RL.8.6

Rip flipped the switches on the booster pack. The engines roared and flared as he soared through the depths of space. "I don't know about this," Rip said into his headset. A voice dotted with static replied through the earphones, "Rip, you are the only one close enough to stop them." Rip looked at the laser cannons on the menacing alien craft, and then he spoke into his headset, "Yeah, ok, but I really don't know about this. How am I supposed to take out a Gorlak warship with a laser pistol?" He waited for a reply. After an awkward silence a single word returned through his earphones, "Improvise." Rip shook his head. 

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CCSS.RL.5.6

CCSS.RL.1.6

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CCSS.RL.7.6

CCSS.RL.8.6

“I got this. Watch me now!” Steve said as hopped on the board. Several other skaters were scattered around the staircase, licking their wounds. The rail was too high and the gap was too wide, but not for Steve. He ollied effortlessly from the ground to the bench, catching his board on the edge of the bench, and then bounced off the bench on to the rail. The other skaters dropped their jaws. Steve looked like he was affected by gravity differently than the rest of them. 

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CCSS.RL.1.6

CCSS.RL.5.6

CCSS.RL.6.6

CCSS.RL.7.6

CCSS.RL.8.6

We weren’t used to this much activity. We grew up in a place where there were no cars. There were no neighbors. For the last twelve years it was just me, my sister, and my dad. We lived in the hills alone, but now we were in the city. Having never seen a city before, my sister and I were awestruck. Trolleys whizzed, cars sputtered, bikes zigged, pedestrians chatted, and the roads were lined with buildings that stretched into the sky. 

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CCSS.RL.1.6

CCSS.RL.5.6

CCSS.RL.6.6

CCSS.RL.7.6

CCSS.RL.8.6