“ACCIDENT AT GREENSTON NUCLEAR PLANT, No Danger to Community, Officials Say.”Every time that headline from yesterday’s Los Angeles News flashed into her mind, Margarita—Maggie—Cruz griped the steering wheel of her VW more tightly and assured herself that she was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if she were in danger from the Greenston plant in the desert hundreds of miles away, but those headlines had been the convincing factor in her decision. Yes, it was the right thing to do, and hour after hour as she drove north of Los Angeles, she had felt more and more competent and more secure. Until now.For the last hour she had been so intent on the changing countryside that she forgot to buy gas. The gauge said empty. She drove on, dreading the moment when the motor would draw on the last drop of gasoline and give up. She was driving on a narrow country road lined with tall eucalyptus trees and nothing else. Then in a clearing on the left side of the road, she saw a battered old sign with faded red letters: G-A-S. No, it wasn’t a mirage; it was more like a miracle. With a grateful sigh she turned into the run-down station, bumping over broken concrete and coming to a stop by one of two pumps.A weary-looking old man in grease-spotted overalls appeared beside her. “Fill ‘er up?”“Is it cheaper if I pump it myself?” It didn’t look as if he’d take a credit card and she was low on cash.“All the same here, missy,” the man called, rounding the car. “Fill ‘er up?”Maggie said yes, please go ahead, and climbed out of the blue VW. Good thing I didn’t splurge on lunch, she thought, staring at the pumps. Gas is almost twice as high up here as it is in Los Angeles. But I’m not complaining. When she had driven mile after mile without finding a gas station, she had begun to think that maybe being sixteen and a half didn’t make her that smart; maybe a trip like this was a little much for her. Now she felt better. She stretched and thought, Dad would be proud of me. I’m doing what is right for me. Oh, I’ll miss my friends, especially Mim and Lorena. I’ll even miss Ryan. I wonder if he was really going to ask me to the TGI June bash? Well, that’s history. Now is now.1Select the correct answer.Which statement best expresses an inference that can be made about Maggie’s character? A. Maggie worked at the Greenston Nuclear Plant. B. This is Maggie’s first time being away from her friends. C. This is Maggie’s first time taking a trip like this on her own. D. Maggie enjoys living in the city of Los Angeles.

Select the correct text in the passage.Which detail best demonstrates discourse between characters?excerpt from A Good Place for Maggieby Ofelia Dumas Lachtman“ACCIDENT AT GREENSTON NUCLEAR PLANT, No Danger to Community, Officials Say.”Every time that headline from yesterday’s Los Angeles News flashed into her mind, Margarita—Maggie—Cruz griped the steering wheel of her VW more tightly and assured herself that she was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if she were in danger from the Greenston plant in the desert hundreds of miles away, but those headlines had been the convincing factor in her decision. Yes, it was the right thing to do, and hour after hour as she drove north of Los Angeles, she had felt more and more competent and more secure. Until now.For the last hour she had been so intent on the changing countryside that she forgot to buy gas. The gauge said empty. She drove on, dreading the moment when the motor would draw on the last drop of gasoline and give up. She was driving on a narrow country road lined with tall eucalyptus trees and nothing else. Then in a clearing on the left side of the road, she saw a battered old sign with faded red letters: G-A-S. No, it wasn’t a mirage; it was more like a miracle. With a grateful sigh she turned into the run-down station, bumping over broken concrete and coming to a stop by one of two pumps.A weary-looking old man in grease-spotted overalls appeared beside her. "Fill 'er up?"“Is it cheaper if I pump it myself?” It didn’t look as if he’d take a credit card and she was low on cash.“All the same here, missy,” the man called, rounding the car. “Fill ‘er up?”Maggie said yes, please go ahead, and climbed out of the blue VW. Good thing I didn’t splurge on lunch, she thought, staring at the pumps. Gas is almost twice as high up here as it is in Los Angeles. But I’m not complaining. When she had driven mile after mile without finding a gas station, she had begun to think that maybe being sixteen and a half didn’t make her that smart; maybe a trip like this was a little much for her. Now she felt better. She stretched and thought, Dad would be proud of me. I’m doing what is right for me. Oh, I’ll miss my friends, especially Mim and Lorena. I’ll even miss Ryan. I wonder if he was really going to ask me to the TGI June bash? Well, that’s history. Now is now.

Michael hadn't been drinking, but his friends had. He certainly couldn’t let them drive, so he became the designated driver. He hadn’t done anything wrong; he was just helping out. But now, Michael was in as much trouble as his under-age drinking friends were. What should Michael have done? Is there a better choice that he could have made before getting behind the wheel of that car? What would you have done?

The reader can tell from the Article that __________.A.Ryan Mendoza probably first learned about Rosa Parks when he set up his studio in Berlin, Germany.B.Rhea McCauley did not agree with all parts of the plan to clean up the city of Detroit.C.Rosa Parks must have come to regret the work she did for civil rights in the U.S.D.Rosa Parks would probably have been upset about the decision to sell her home to Rhea McCauley.SUBMITExtras

What tragic event caused Maggie's injuries?A.A rifle misfireB.A car accidentC.A plane crashD.A house fire

Which nuclear accident resulted in the US refusing to propose any new nuclear power plants for about 30 years?