Questions 1-3 are about the following story.

   "Today is your first day of school and I want you to look handsome," my mom said as she forced a collared shirt over my head.

   "I don't want to wear the blue one. I like the red one. It is more comfortable," I said as I tried to grab my favorite shirt.

   "The red one is old and has stains. It is the first day of school, so you have to wear a new shirt."

   I hated the way the shirt looked, but she would not be defeated. rdidn't like the first day of school because everyone expected you to be dressed up. All I wanted to do was wear my normal clothes.

   "Here is your lunch box. I packed you all healthy foods — a sandwich, juice, and two apples. You can share one of the apples if you want, but I don't want you to eat sweets. Don't try and trade with the other kids. I have already told your teachers to watch out, so don't even try," she said.

   "Defeated again," I thought to myself. I hated never having sweet things in my lunch box, but my mom never packed them.

   When I got to school, my best friend was waiting for me outside the playground. There was a soccer game being started and we hurried to join. We only got to play ten minutes before the bell rang but it was awesome. I scored three goals.

   Then I looked down at my shirt. It was torn apart. I had ripped part of it and it was covered in dirt.

   "My mom is going to kill me!" I said to my friend. "She told me I had to look neat for my first day of class."

   "It's okay. The soccer coach was watching you play and he is definitely going to ask you to try out for the team now. Just tell your mom you had to," my friend said, smiling.

   He was right. My mom was mad when she picked me up but she was excited that I got picked for the team. I think that it was a pretty good first day.