Last summer my family took a (11) to a small (12) in the south. We stayed in a small (13) near the river. The place was very (14), and we could only hear birds and water. In the morning we walked to the farm and watched people catch (15). In the afternoon I read my novel under a big tree. Many visitors come here on vacation because life is slow and easy. We will go there again next year.
My friend Ken loves the (16) class at school. He says (17) is not hard if you use it every day. When he sees a new (18), he looks it up in his (19) and writes it down in a small book. He also reads a short (20) in the newspaper every Thursday. Sometimes he cannot spell a word, but he never gives up. He wants to become a writer and write his own poems someday.