Use Narrative Techniques Including Reflection Practice Test
•10 QuestionsRead the narrative and answer the question.
The first snow of the year didn’t fall like in movies. It came down in tiny, stubborn pellets that bounced off my jacket and melted into cold dots. The sidewalk outside my apartment was slick, and every car that passed made a sound like someone tearing paper.
Grandma stood at the window, arms folded. “You’re wearing those shoes?”
“They’re fine,” I said, lifting my foot like proof.
She clicked her tongue. “Fine is what people say right before they slip.”
I opened the door anyway. The air slapped my cheeks. I took one step, then another, careful as if the ground might argue back.
“Text me when you get there,” Grandma called.
“I will,” I said, but my voice came out smaller than I wanted.
Halfway down the stairs, my heel skidded. My stomach dropped. I grabbed the railing, metal burning cold through my glove.
I stood still until my breathing slowed. Grandma wasn’t trying to control me, I realized. She was trying to keep me from learning everything the hard way.
Question: How do description and reflection work together in this passage?
Read the narrative and answer the question.
The first snow of the year didn’t fall like in movies. It came down in tiny, stubborn pellets that bounced off my jacket and melted into cold dots. The sidewalk outside my apartment was slick, and every car that passed made a sound like someone tearing paper.
Grandma stood at the window, arms folded. “You’re wearing those shoes?”
“They’re fine,” I said, lifting my foot like proof.
She clicked her tongue. “Fine is what people say right before they slip.”
I opened the door anyway. The air slapped my cheeks. I took one step, then another, careful as if the ground might argue back.
“Text me when you get there,” Grandma called.
“I will,” I said, but my voice came out smaller than I wanted.
Halfway down the stairs, my heel skidded. My stomach dropped. I grabbed the railing, metal burning cold through my glove.
I stood still until my breathing slowed. Grandma wasn’t trying to control me, I realized. She was trying to keep me from learning everything the hard way.
Question: How do description and reflection work together in this passage?