文档介绍：5. At the Critical Monment
Sunrise was still an hour away when Deborah arose to get her four children off to school. It was the week before Christmas, and presents were piling up beneath their sparkling tree.
Watching her 15-year-old daughter Razeena step into Boston's empty city streets, Deborah felt uneasy--though she didn't know why.
Now Razeena was thinking about Christmas and admiring the holiday lights at the nearby senior citizens' plex1. It's so pretty, she thought, stopping in front. I'll just take a peek2 through the front door...
But as Razeena peered3 through the door, her heart lurched4. The lobby5 was filled with smoke, and she could hear the crackle6 of flames.
The building is on fire! She looked around wildly for help, but not a soul7 was in sight. Someone has to save these people, Razeena panicked8.
She quickly tried the door, but it was locked, so she started to pound on it. “ Help!” she cried, and an elderly man nudged9 open the door.
“ Fire!” Razeena yelled, running into the hallway and pounding on every door she saw, “ Everybody get out!” The building had two floors, and soon Razeena was charging up10 the stairs. Her heart was hammering11 and her throat felt tight, but still she pushed herself. Hurry, hurry! She urged herself. You have to help them!
Upstairs, the thick smoke was hanging just a few feet above the floor. People could die i