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Assessment: Comprehension ‘Time After Time’


Molly and Beth are best friends but they aren’t too happy when their families move in together.


Beth has been my best friend forever. You know what it’s like when you have a very best friend. It’s like she’s the only one in the whole world who really, really gets you. You know what she’s thinking and she knows what you’re thinking, even when no one has said a single word. It’s like she’s a part of you, the better part, the part that doesn’t get embarrassed over stupid stuff. You want to spend all your time with your best friend. You want to have sleepovers every Saturday night. You wish she was always around, ready to listen to your secrets and laugh at your jokes – even when they’re not the tiniest bit funny. You wish your best friend could be your sister, so she could live in your house and you could be together every moment of every day. My advice? Be careful what you wish for.


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My dad left four years ago when I was eight. One minute we were a normal boring family and the next minute everything changed. The day after his forty-second birthday, Dad turned into a hippy and set off for Africa ‘to find himself’. Mum went totally crazy when Dad left. She stayed in bed for a whole week, crying and eating crisps. When I got home from school, there was never anything to eat, even though the whole house smelled like there had been an explosion in a crisp factory. It wasn’t funny. I wanted to help Mum, but I was only a kid – what was I supposed to do? And anyway, I was sad too. Mum was so busy feeling sorry for herself, she often forgot that I was missing Dad too. We’d both lost someone. Sometimes I sat by Mum’s bed and held her hand, but it didn’t make any difference. The pile of empty crisp bags and gross soggy tissues just spread further and further across the floor, while I got more and more scared. They make movies about the kind of stuff that was happening in our house – sad, black-and-white movies that don’t usually have happy endings.


(From ‘Time After Time’ by Judi Curtin) 106


Unit 18 | Revision and Assessment


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