16. I was never very neat (整洁), while my roommate Kate was well organized. Each of her things always had its (1) , but I was always looking for something every minute. Over time, Kate got neater and I got messier. She would push my (2) clothing over, and I would lay my books on her tidy desk. We both got (3) of each other.
War broke out one morning. Kate came into the room. Soon, I heard her shouting, "You're your shoes away!Why under my bed!" Then, I, my (4) flying at me. I jumped to my feet and started yelling (叫嚷), but she yelled (5) louder. The room (6) with anger. We could not have stayed together for a single minute but for a phone call. Kate (7) it. From her end of the conversation, I could tell right away her grandma was seriously ill. When she hung up, she quickly crawled (爬) into her bed, under the covers, sobbing (抽噎).
Clearly, that was something she should not go through (8) . All of a sudden, a feeling of sympathy rose up in my heart.
Slowly, I collected the pencils, took back the books, made my bed, cleaned the shoes and swept the floor, even on her side. I got so into my work that I even didn't notice Kate had sat up.
She looked at me in surprise, reach out her hands to get hold of mine. I looked up into her eyes. She smiled at me, "Thanks. "
Kate and I (9) roommates for the rest of the year. We didn't always (10) , but we learned the key to living together:giving in, cleaning up and holding on.