6. It was (1) lovely spring afternoon. My classmates and I were playing games on the playground when I let out a cry, "Ow! Ow! Something in my shoe is biting me."
Everyone was shocked by the cry. They took me into a (2) and were going to take off my shoe. "Which foot is it?" one asked. "Let me have a look."
Suddenly, I remembered the holes in my socks. My family was (3) poor during those years that my parents couldn't buy me good socks. Instead, I wore welfare (福利的) socks, which cost only a little, but those cheap socks didn't last long. They soon had (4) at the bottom. I refused to take off my shoes. I couldn't stand others seeing the holes in my socks. I tried to hold back my tears. Yet, each time the thing in my shoes bit me, tears raced down my face.
My teacher, Miss Diane, hurried into the classroom. "What's (5) ?" She asked. "Something is biting her right foot, but she doesn't allow anyone to take off her shoe," one of my classmates (6) . Miss Diane lived next door to me. She knew everything about my family. She put her hands on my shaking shoulders and looked into my painful and hopeless eyes.
"Oh, yes, it must be a sock-eating (7) ," she said, as if she had already seen the thing inside the shoe. "I remember that I had a bite from one of those ants. By the time I took off my shoes, (8) had eaten almost the whole bottom off my sock." My classmates nodded while they were listening to the teacher carefully, (9) they looked a little puzzled (迷茫).
Miss Diane took off my right shoe and sock and threw them over the dustbin. Two red ants fell into it. "Just what I thought. The ants have eaten part of her sock." When she stroke an alcohol (酒精) cotton ball on the bites, she added, "You are such a brave girl to take so many bites." The alcohol felt cool on the bites and a little girl's pride (10) saved by the "sock-eating ant" story.