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    George and Reading

    作者 Author 插畫者 Illustrator
    - Alistair King (12)
    香港國際學校
    Hong Kong International School

    字數 Word Count: 0(中) 587(Eng)


    On one rainy day, George sat at his desk, flipping through his sports magazine with one hand while dribbling a basketball with the other. Swiftly turning around in his swiveling chair, George lifted his arm up towards the basket on his room door. “Score! There goes George the legend!”


    “George! Are you doing your reading homework?” His mom opened his door. “Mom, don’t you know that I have trouble reading? I am dyslexic, but look what this magic hand can do.” George turned around, and the ball flew across the room and hit the backboard of the basket. “Score!”


    With a concerned look on her face, she quickly grabbed the bouncing ball off the floor. “George, this ball will not make you smart. Only hard work will. You don’t have dyslexia, so stop making excuses and start your reading homework.”


    That night, George thought about what his mom said. He remembered the last time he took a reading test. He was daydreaming about the Raptors destroying the Cavs. He also remembered that everybody had their reading logs filled out. All George had was the title of a basketball magazine.


    The next day when he came home from school, he put his basketball in his closet, and sat at his desk, looking serious, this time with a book on his desk. Slowly his mind started drifting to the Raptors game from the night before.


    But, this time, he was determined; he opened his book. He read the first sentence. It wasn’t too hard. He read the next sentence. ‘Huh. Kind of interesting.’ he thought. Before he knew it, he had read the whole chapter.


    Knock, Knock. “George, it’s time for dinner.” His mom was standing in the doorway. With his nose in his book, he shot back, “Mom, ten more minutes please, I want to finish this book.” “Ok, George.” His mom walked out of the room with a smile stitched across her face.


    The next day, when George got to school, he ran up the stairs to the library on the 10th floor. Walking up and down the unfamiliar aisles, he busily searched for the next book in the series. George felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.


    “Oh, hi Ms. Brooks.” “George, what are you doing here?” She looked at him surprised. “Ms. Brooks, do you know where I can find the Percy Jackson series? Y’know it’s this awesome book about this half god, half human.” “Follow me,” Ms. Brooks delightedly led George down the aisle.


    A month later, when George got to class, his teacher announced, winking at him, “I believe some of you have grown a lot as readers over the past month, so I have decided it’s time for another reading test. Read the questions carefully. You have 30 minutes.”


    George started at his test. He came across a word he didn’t know. His palms started feeling sweaty. Then, he remembered seeing that word somewhere. In Percy Jackson! Suddenly, the word made sense! He read the next question. It asked George to summarize a passage. He did it with ease.


    The next day George was still in his bed, when his mom burst into his room holding the phone. “George, Ms. Brooks just called. You got the highest score in your class on the reading assessment!” George could hardly believe his ears.


    He jumped out of his bed, and shouted, “Yay!... Wait, mom! Can I get the next Rick Riordan series as an award?” “Of course, George!,” his mom replied, with a beaming smile.

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