Which sentence is the most descriptive?
Read the passage.Enrique raced down the cracked sidewalk as fast as he could. The hot sun was beating down on him mercilessly. Streams of sweat trickled down his face, and his drenched shirt clung to his chest and back, but he didn’t care. The school day had gone by very slowly, and now he was determined to get home. In his right hand, he firmly held on to his rolled-up certificate. For three long months, he had faithfully gone to the library every three days to check out new books to read. In the evenings, he and his mom had curled up on the couch and read to each other. For every book they completed, the librarian, Mrs. Sato, had put a stamp in one of the squares of his reading chart. Today, she had filled in the very last square. She had also presented him with a certificate of completion. His name was at the top, beautifully written in red cursive. “You did it, Enrique,” Mrs. Sato had said, “and way before any of your classmates. Congratulations!” Enrique couldn’t wait to see his mom’s face when he showed her the paper. He knew she would be proud. He also knew she would be eager to get started on the new book he carried in his other hand.
Read the passage.Johnny was miserable. It was Saturday afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and he was stuck in bed with the flu. His throat felt like sandpaper every time he swallowed, his head felt as if someone had dropped an anvil on it, and he couldn’t stop coughing. His mother had checked his temperature earlier in the day and announced that he was too sick to get out of bed, let alone go outside to enjoy the first warm spring day along with his friends and siblings. From his room, Johnny could hear his sisters’ high-pitched squeals of delight and the ringing of their bicycle bells as they rode up and down the sidewalk. He could hear someone bouncing a basketball and the swoop of the ball as it swished through the net. He also heard his best friend, Noah, asking where Johnny was and his sisters’ reply that he couldn’t come out to play because he was sick. This was too much. Johnny pulled the soft, velvety covers over his aching head and turned to the wall in protest, realizing there was nothing he could do but wait for this virus to take its course. He swore to himself that he would be better by next Saturday and that he would be outside riding his bike and shooting baskets along with everyone else.
Read the following sensory details.crackly voice, sweaty palms, reddened face, churning stomachThese details would best be used to describe a person who is
Read the passage.Johnny was miserable. It was Saturday afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and he was stuck in bed with the flu. His throat felt like sandpaper every time he swallowed, his head felt as if someone had dropped an anvil on it, and he couldn’t stop coughing. His mother had checked his temperature earlier in the day and announced that he was too sick to get out of bed, let alone go outside to enjoy the first warm spring day along with his friends and siblings. From his room, Johnny could hear his sisters’ high-pitched squeals of delight and the ringing of their bicycle bells as they rode up and down the sidewalk. He could hear someone bouncing a basketball and the swoop of the ball as it swished through the net. He also heard his best friend, Noah, asking where Johnny was and his sisters’ reply that he couldn’t come out to play because he was sick. This was too much. Johnny pulled the soft, velvety covers over his aching head and turned to the wall in protest, realizing there was nothing he could do but wait for this virus to take its course. He swore to himself that he would be better by next Saturday and that he would be outside riding his bike and shooting baskets along with everyone else.
Writers purposefully and carefully chose their words to
Read the passage.Daniyah stood on a stool holding a large wooden spoon. A mildly spicy aroma came from the simmering pot on the stove. She and her grandmother had spent all morning in the cozy kitchen, laughing while cutting fresh meats, vegetables, and herbs. They had diced firm red tomatoes, carved into the smooth purple skins of eggplants, and sliced aromatic onions into slivers. One by one, they had added all the ingredients to the bubbling broth. Her grandmother had explained every step of preparation and the importance of each ingredient. She had told Daniyah how this recipe had been in the family for many generations. In her mind, Daniyah pictured her ancestors in long dresses preparing the flavorful stew just as she had done with her grandmother. Now, hours later, with the faint smell of garlic still on her fingertips, Daniyah smacked her lips in anticipation of this evening’s meal. She knew that her entire family would love it.
Read the passage.Gemma spent the entire week digging through garbage cans and scouring the house for reusable materials to construct a model of the human digestive system. Then she organized them by shape, size, and color. She laid them out on the poster board and connected them end-on-end. The plastic cup was a perfect pancreas. The pink kitchen sponge almost looked like a real tongue once she cut it into the correct oval shape. She soaked paper in glue and water and then molded it into the large and small intestines. Through a stroke of luck, she found her brother’s old fish tank in the attic. The hose from the filter became a more than adequate esophagus. Other materials, such as cardboard and plastic wrapping, helped her complete her project. She thought it smelled a little weird, like different kinds of food and moldy old fish, but it looked great! On the morning of the due date, she carefully scooped up the life-size model and gingerly walked down the stairs. Just as she reached the last few steps, Duke (the family’s overly enthusiastic Labrador retriever) came bounding around the corner and galloped straight into her. Gemma fell down the last two stairs. The project toppled onto the floor. Duke didn’t miss a beat. Maybe it was the weird smell of dead fish, or maybe there were remnants of food on the reusable materials, but the dog could not resist. In any case, he just about fell over himself as he began tearing the entire project into pieces and wolfing down bits of paper, plastic, and cardboard. Duke was digesting the digestive system, and Gemma could only watch as she realized that the dog was eating her homework.
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