Вариант 2

It was about 6pm when I heard a knock on the door. It (20) Jason, my teenage neighbour. He looked cold and upset. “What’s wrong, Jason?” “I (21) 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 (22) hard and it was windy. The weather was getting (23) every hour. Jason (24) off his coat and boots. His (25) 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 (26) . I can’t call them because of this,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed it to me – the screen (27) and the phone was obviously dead. Jason focused on the food again. He took his (28) biscuit and said: “I wish my mum could make biscuits like this.”