2. Money Mark was born rich. He never had to work a day in his life and he got everything handed to him on a silver platter. When he was six, Money Mark wanted to go to a basketball game. His father
paid the starting five of the Bulls and Celtics to play a private game of Nerf-ball in Money Mark's
bedroom. When Money Mark turned thirteen, he wanted to start a band. His father hired the Rolling
Stones to play with him every Saturday at the family's private concert hall, though his family was never
there. By the time he was twenty-one, Money Mark was bored with life. He was surrounded by a bunch
of possessions that he didn't appreciate and Money Mark could find nothing new or exciting in his life.
Despite his vast wealth, Money Mark never found happiness. Penny Petal was born poor. Her family
hardly had anything to eat, but they loved each other. Penny Petal appreciated every thing she got.
When she was six, her father walked her around the United Center before the Bulls played the Celtics.
She was excited by the crazy fans and feeling in the air. She looked forward to the day that she could
see a real game. When she was thirteen, she learned to play the buckets. She was an extremely talented
musician, a natural percussionist, and everyone on the block loved the rhythms that poured from her
palms. By the time she was twenty-one, Penny was a successful businesswoman. Now she had
everything that she had ever dreamed of and she truly loved to share her wealth and happiness with her
family who supported her through all of the hard times.
What happens in the story that leads you to believe this?

Which sentence in this excerpt from leo tolstoy’s the death of ivan ilyich shows the human tendency to contemplate one’s past life? "but if that is so," he said to himself, "and i am leaving this life with the consciousness that i have lost all that was given me and it is impossible to rectify it—what then? " he lay on his back and began to pass his life in review in quite a new way. in the morning when he saw first his footman, then his wife, then his daughter, and then the doctor, their every word and movement confirmed to him the awful truth that had been revealed to him during the night. in them he saw himself—all that for which he had lived—and saw clearly that it was not real at all, but a terrible and huge deception which had hidden both life and death. this consciousness intensified his physical suffering tenfold. he groaned and tossed about, and pulled at his clothing which choked and stifled him. and he hated them on that account. he was given a large dose of opium and became unconscious, but at noon his sufferings began again. he drove everybody away and tossed from side to side. his wife came to him and said: "jean, my dear, do this for me. it can't do any harm and often . healthy people often do it." he opened his eyes wide. "what? take communion? why? it's unnecessary! " she began to cry. "yes, do, my dear. i'll send for our priest. he is such a nice man." "all right. very well," he muttered. when the priest came and heard his confession, ivan ilyich was softened and seemed to feel a relief from his doubts and consequently from his sufferings, and for a moment there came a ray of hope. he again began to think of the vermiform appendix and the possibility of correcting it. he received the sacrament with tears in his eyes.

Which story belongs to the historical fiction genre? a. a story about a character who fights dragons and trolls in an imaginary land b. a story about a character caught in the middle of the revolutionary war c. a story about an alien character from a fictional planet in the future d. a story about a character who falls in love with a good friend

In this excerpt from robert burns’s poem “a red, red rose,” which two lines are written in iambic trimeter? (an iambic trimeter pattern contains an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable. the pattern repeats three times per line.) o my luve’s like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in june: o my luve’s like the melodie that’s sweetly play’d in tune! as fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in luve am i: and i will luve thee still, my dear, till a’ the seas gang dry: