This is my first writing in the new class. I afraid I may (76) make lots of mistake. But without practice, I can never (77) make progress. Now I’m in a new town or a new school. (78) The other children all seem know one another. Am I the (79) only new one I hope no. The boy sitting next to me is (80) Calvin. He seems nice. So do my other neighbor, Ann. (81) And my teacher, too. He told us that we could share our (82) writing if we wanted to. I’m not for sure if I will. I might (83) just keeping it a secret, at least for a while, until I get to (84) know everyone better. That shouldn’t spend too long, though. (85)