They reached the rusted iron gate. It was chained shut, but there was a gap to the left where the fence had bowed over the years. They slipped through and approached the heavy oak door of the tower.
"Definitely not," Max said, looking back up at the silent tower. "It's better this way." gdz 8-i klass
Create based on the plot for a 8th-grade comprehension check. They reached the rusted iron gate
Max jumped, nearly knocking over a trash can. Standing there was old Mr. Henderson, the neighborhood's strictest—and quietest—neighbor, holding a very bright, very normal yellow flashlight. "Mr. Henderson?" Max gasped. " Max said
Maya didn’t ask questions. She just replied: “Coming.”