A new week began. Marcus entered the school. 1 , he cried out, "What happened to the stadium?" Someone had painted faces on the stadium wall!
All students were whispering with 2 about the graffiti (涂鸦). Possible explanations spread like wildfire around the school.
Later, when Brian cleaned the blackboard, Marcus suddenly spotted the paint on his hands. He 3 that it was Brian who did it. After school, Marcus followed Brian and 4 on what he was doing. When Brian opened his locker, Marcus saw small cans of paint! He decided to 5 it to Mr. Johnson.
The next morning, Brian was called to the principal's office. The moment Mr. Johnson 6 asked about the graffiti. Brian cried. 7 , Brian explained that he liked to paint, but he couldn't join the art club because he had to go 8 home after school to babysit his little brother. "I'm sorry. I'll clean the stadium," he sobbed.
Though angry at first, Mr. Johnson began to soften as he realized how 9 Brian was. "Brian, painting graffiti on school walls is a very serious matter. Of course, you should clean and 10 the wall. " Mr. Johnson paused, "11 I must say, those paintings are quite good. Did you do it alone?" Brian nodded, "Yes. I'm good at painting. "
Mr. Johnson thought for a moment before making a(n) 12 . "Well," he said. "some teachers suggested that we hire a local artist to paint our school mascot on the school wall. Would you like to participate in that?"
"Really?" Brian hesitated, 13 to believe it.
"Yes, but it's hard work, and we can consider it part of your 14 ," Mr. Johnson said, trying to hide his 15 as he picked up the phone.