*** complete the dialogue with the phrases
below.
ml be i'll have to l'll probably walk it's going to
rain may agree may be may not come will be
will let won't finish won't want
5
cathy: i don't think lena 1 will be at the party
tonight.
matt: why not?
cathy: she feels cold. she thinks it's flu.
matt: so, to school tomorrow.
cathy: probably not. does that matter?
matt: yes, i'm doing a project with her. we
probably
s
i t on time now.
cathy: don't worry. i'm sure mr collins 4
you have some extra time. anyway, don't
worry about that now. how are you
getting to the party?
matt: i don't know. it's a nice day, i don't think
so 6 . that means?
leave home at about seven
o'clock.
cathy: my dad's taking me. he 8 to take
you as well.
matt: great
cathy: he's going to collect me as well but at
ten o'clock. you probably_ to
leave that early.
matt:
boring
i don't know. the party 10
and i don't want to be too late to bed or
11_ tired tomorrow.
cathy: is this matt i'm talking to? !
1: yes, i've changed. i need to be careful
about my health
I was alone in the house, reading a scary ghost story as snow fell silently outside. The only sound was the ticking of my old grandmother clock. The dying fire cast an orange glow onto the walls of my study.
I was absorbed in the story when suddenly I began to feel that someone was watching me. The clock stopped ticking. I looked around but I could see no one. Was my mind playing with my?
Trying to ignore my intense fears, I returned to my book. After a few seconds, though, the book was knocked to the floor by an unseen hand. "Who's there?" I cried. I saw something standing in front of me that made my blood run cold. A shadow white ghost pointed a pale finger at me. Its mouth moved. "Come on, come on with me! It's time!" it said.
"What do you want?" I managed to ask, shaking with fear. The ghost took me by the hand and led me to the window. Just as we reached it, the clock struck twelve.
Mysteriously, I found myself back in my armchair, my book beside me. I looked around but only Samantha, my cat, was in the room, trying to make herself comfortable on my lap. "Where's the ghost?" I wondered, then laughed at myself. "I'd better stop reading ghost stories," I thought. But then I felt a cold wind blowing in through the now open window.