Question
Marcus had always been fascinated by the old storage room in his grandmother's attic. Every summer when he visited, he would climb the creaky wooden stairs and peer through the dusty, cobweb-covered boxes that seemed to hold secrets from decades past. His grandmother, Nana Rose, had lived in the same house for seventy years, and Marcus was convinced that somewhere among her belongings lay hidden treasures waiting to be discovered.
This particular July afternoon was sweltering, and the attic felt like a furnace. Marcus wiped the perspiration from his forehead as he carefully moved aside boxes labeled "Christmas Decorations 1987" and "Mom's College Books." The heat was so intense he thought he might melt into a puddle right there on the attic floor. As he shifted a particularly heavy box, something caught his eye—a small, leather-bound journal wedged between two larger containers. The journal's cover was worn and faded, its pages yellowed with age.
Marcus opened the journal carefully, afraid that the fragile pages might crumble in his hands. The first entry was dated June 15, 1943, written in elegant cursive handwriting. As he read, Marcus realized he was holding his great-grandfather's World War II diary, a piece of family history he never knew existed. His heart raced with excitement as he discovered entries describing life as a medic on the front lines in Italy.
"Marcus!" Nana Rose's voice echoed from downstairs. "Come down here, sweetheart. I need to talk to you about something important." Marcus carefully tucked the journal under his arm and made his way down the narrow attic stairs. He found his grandmother sitting in her favorite armchair, a serious expression on her weathered face.
"Nana, you'll never believe what I found!" Marcus exclaimed, holding up the journal. "It's Great-Grandpa Joseph's diary from the war!"
Nana Rose's eyes widened, and her hand flew to her heart. For a moment, she appeared speechless. Then, tears began to form in her eyes as she reached for the journal with trembling hands. "I thought this was lost forever," she whispered. "Your great-grandfather carried this with him through some of the most difficult times of his life."
As Nana Rose carefully turned the pages, she began sharing stories Marcus had never heard before. She told him about Joseph's courage in treating wounded soldiers under enemy fire, his kindness in sharing rations with hungry children in Italian villages, and his deep love for the family he had left behind. Each entry revealed a different facet of a man Marcus had only known through faded photographs.
"He wrote in this journal every day he could," Nana Rose explained, her voice filled with pride and sorrow. "Even when bullets were flying overhead, he found time to record his thoughts and experiences. He wanted future generations to understand what sacrifice really means."
Marcus spent the rest of the afternoon reading entries aloud while his grandmother provided context and background. They laughed at his great-grandfather's humorous observations about army food and marveled at his detailed descriptions of the Italian countryside. More importantly, they both gained a deeper appreciation for the sacrifices made by previous generations.
As the sun began to set, Marcus realized that his discovery had given him something far more valuable than any monetary treasure. He had found a connection to his family's history and a greater understanding of the courage and resilience that ran through his bloodline. The journal would become a bridge between generations, ensuring that Joseph's story—and his values—would never be forgotten.
That evening, as Marcus prepared to return home, Nana Rose pressed the journal into his hands. "This belongs to you now," she said with a gentle smile. "Promise me you'll share these stories with your children someday." Marcus nodded solemnly, understanding the responsibility he now carried. He would be the keeper of his great-grandfather's legacy, ensuring that future generations would know the remarkable story of Joseph's courage and sacrifice.
Question 1
10. Read this sentence from the passage:
"The heat was so intense he thought he might melt into a puddle right there on the attic floor."
This sentence contains an example of what type of figurative language?
(1 point)
Responses
hyperbole
hyperbole
personification
personification
simile
simile
onomatopoeia
This particular July afternoon was sweltering, and the attic felt like a furnace. Marcus wiped the perspiration from his forehead as he carefully moved aside boxes labeled "Christmas Decorations 1987" and "Mom's College Books." The heat was so intense he thought he might melt into a puddle right there on the attic floor. As he shifted a particularly heavy box, something caught his eye—a small, leather-bound journal wedged between two larger containers. The journal's cover was worn and faded, its pages yellowed with age.
Marcus opened the journal carefully, afraid that the fragile pages might crumble in his hands. The first entry was dated June 15, 1943, written in elegant cursive handwriting. As he read, Marcus realized he was holding his great-grandfather's World War II diary, a piece of family history he never knew existed. His heart raced with excitement as he discovered entries describing life as a medic on the front lines in Italy.
"Marcus!" Nana Rose's voice echoed from downstairs. "Come down here, sweetheart. I need to talk to you about something important." Marcus carefully tucked the journal under his arm and made his way down the narrow attic stairs. He found his grandmother sitting in her favorite armchair, a serious expression on her weathered face.
"Nana, you'll never believe what I found!" Marcus exclaimed, holding up the journal. "It's Great-Grandpa Joseph's diary from the war!"
Nana Rose's eyes widened, and her hand flew to her heart. For a moment, she appeared speechless. Then, tears began to form in her eyes as she reached for the journal with trembling hands. "I thought this was lost forever," she whispered. "Your great-grandfather carried this with him through some of the most difficult times of his life."
As Nana Rose carefully turned the pages, she began sharing stories Marcus had never heard before. She told him about Joseph's courage in treating wounded soldiers under enemy fire, his kindness in sharing rations with hungry children in Italian villages, and his deep love for the family he had left behind. Each entry revealed a different facet of a man Marcus had only known through faded photographs.
"He wrote in this journal every day he could," Nana Rose explained, her voice filled with pride and sorrow. "Even when bullets were flying overhead, he found time to record his thoughts and experiences. He wanted future generations to understand what sacrifice really means."
Marcus spent the rest of the afternoon reading entries aloud while his grandmother provided context and background. They laughed at his great-grandfather's humorous observations about army food and marveled at his detailed descriptions of the Italian countryside. More importantly, they both gained a deeper appreciation for the sacrifices made by previous generations.
As the sun began to set, Marcus realized that his discovery had given him something far more valuable than any monetary treasure. He had found a connection to his family's history and a greater understanding of the courage and resilience that ran through his bloodline. The journal would become a bridge between generations, ensuring that Joseph's story—and his values—would never be forgotten.
That evening, as Marcus prepared to return home, Nana Rose pressed the journal into his hands. "This belongs to you now," she said with a gentle smile. "Promise me you'll share these stories with your children someday." Marcus nodded solemnly, understanding the responsibility he now carried. He would be the keeper of his great-grandfather's legacy, ensuring that future generations would know the remarkable story of Joseph's courage and sacrifice.
Question 1
10. Read this sentence from the passage:
"The heat was so intense he thought he might melt into a puddle right there on the attic floor."
This sentence contains an example of what type of figurative language?
(1 point)
Responses
hyperbole
hyperbole
personification
personification
simile
simile
onomatopoeia
Answers
GPT-4o mini
The sentence "The heat was so intense he thought he might melt into a puddle right there on the attic floor." contains an example of **hyperbole**. Hyperbole is an exaggerated statement that is not meant to be taken literally, and in this case, it emphasizes the extreme heat Marcus is experiencing.