Zadanie 6. (4pkt)
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We were living in Oakbridge for about a week and I hated everything in it. When Mum said we were moving to the country from our flat in the city centre, I imagined a pretty, oldfashioned cottage with roses round the door. But the old unattractive house was dark with huge spiders, and cobwebs so thick it was almost impossible to see light through them.
'New house, new job, new beginning,' Mum kept saying, doing her best to sound optimistic. But the 'new beginning' was hard - at least for me. It was alright for Mum - she'd lived in Oakbridge before I was born so it wasn't really a new beginning for her, anyway.
'I still don't understand why we had to move here,'I complained, sitting down to lunch that first week - pizza again, served on a big cardboard box. We've had pizza every day since we arrived. Hot pizza for lunch, and cold leftover pizza for supper. I started to get sick of pizza.
Mum looked at me 'What do you mean, you don't understand? How many times do I have to explain?
'I know, I know, it's a great job, and it'll be easier for you to drive to your workplace, but you were happy at your old job, weren't you? And what about me? What am I supposed to do without Laura? And what about my photography course? You know how much I loved going...'
'I'm really sorry, Becky. I know it's difficult for you, but I'm sure Laura will visit you later on in the summer, and there'll be a lot of chances for you to take photos around here. Jobs like this aren't offered very often, you know, not when you get to my age' my mum said.
We were so busy those first few days I didn't have much time to think about what I was going to do when Mum starts her great new job. It was the summer holidays. We weren't connected to the Internet yet, and I couldn't get a phone signal to call anyone.
We've been unpacking for over three hours today and I was just about ready to faint from heat when Mum's old friend, Stella, came to give us a helping hand. 'Tracy Miller, I can't believe you're back!' she cried, throwing her arms round Mum. 'It is so good to see you. And you must be the beautiful Becky!' She turned round to face me. I shook my head, blushing. No one had ever called me beautiful before. Neat brown hair, a turned-up nose and freckles don't exactly make me beautiful. Cute maybe - but not beautiful.

6.4. Which is the best title for the text?
A. HARD BEGINNINGS
B. RELAXING SUMMER
C. MYSTERIOUS HOUSE
D. BUSY WORKING DAY