When I was 8 years old, I once decided to run away from home. With my bag and some sandwiches, I started for the front door and said to Mom, “I'm 1.”
“If you want to 2, that's all right,” she said. “But you came into this home without anything and you can leave the same way.” I 3 my bag and sandwiches on the floor heavily and started for the door again.
“Wait a 4,” Mom said. “I want your 5 back. You didn't wear anything when you 6.” This really angered me. I took my clothes off—shoes, socks, underwear and all—and 7, “Can I go now?” “Yes,” Mom answered, “but when you close that door, don't hope to come back!”
I was so 8 that I slammed (砰地关上) the door and stepped out of it. 9 I found that I was outside with 10 on. Then I noticed that two neighbor girls were walking to my house. I ran to 11 behind a big tree in our yard at once. After a while, I was 12 that the girls went away. I rushed to the front door and knocked on it loudly.
“Who's there?” I heard.
“It's Billy! Let me in!”
The voice behind the 13 answered, “Billy doesn't live here any more. He ran away from home.” Glancing(瞥) behind me to see if anyone else was coming. I begged(乞求), “Aw, come on, Mom! I'm still your son. Let me 14!”
The door opened and Mom's 15 face appeared(出现). “Did you change your decision about running away?” she asked.
“What's for supper?” I answered.
