It was about 6pm when I heard a knock on the door. It ___WAS___ Jason, my teenage neighbour. He looked cold and upset.
“What’s wrong, Jason?”
“I ___HAVE_LOST___ my key and I can’t get into my house.”
“Come in. Today’s not a day for long walks, or long waits,” I looked out the window. It ___WAS_SNOWING___ hard and it was windy. The weather was getting ___WORSE___ every hour.
Jason ___TOOK___ off his coat and boots. His ___FEET___ were wet and I gave him a pair of socks to change into. A cup of hot tea and some biscuits soon made the boy feel warm.
“Where are your parents, Jason?”
“I ___DO_NOT_KNOW___. I can’t call them because of this,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed it to me – the screen ___WAS_BROKEN___ and the phone was obviously dead.
Jason focused on the food again. He took his ___FOURTH___ biscuit and said: “I wish my mum could make biscuits like this.”