英语必修6电子版

外研版高中英语必修6 罗伊的故事课文原文Roy's StoryI remember the first time I met Roy. He was standingin the centre of a group of boys, and he was telling a joke. When he reachedthe final line, everyone burst out laughing. Roy laughed too, a loud happy laugh."Popular boy," I thought to myself. My name is Daniel. I was the newboy in the class. Our family was from the north of England, but my father hadbeen offered a better job in London, and our whole family had moved there. Iwas twelve and, having lost all my old friends, I felt shy and lonely at my newschool.There were 33 students in my new class, and mostpeople weren't very interested in a shy new boy. Roy was one of the few peoplewho was kind to me. He often invited me to join his particular group, and as aresult, I started getting to know people. Roy and I became good friends. Wetrusted each other and we could talk about personal matters, things that wereimportant to us.Five years later, Roy and I are still in the sameclass. But just under a year ago, Roy's father was knocked over by a car. He died afew days later. The family had to move to a much smaller house in order tomanage financially. Roy, who had always been very close to his father, changed completely, becoming silentand moody. He had always been a clever, hard-working studentbut now he seemed to lose all interest in his work. He started losing friends.These days, Roy and I see each other from time to time, but we're no longer close.About three months ago, a group of us were playingfootball together after school. Having left something in the cloakroom, I went inside to get it, and found Roy goingthrough the pockets of people's coats. In his hand he had a wallet—and I knewit wasn't his! My mouth fell open and I just looked at him. Roy went bright red."I'll put it back right now," he said, and he did so. I turned roundand walked out without saying a word.I really hoped that Roy would explain why he hadbeen stealing, but instead he started avoiding me. At the same time, smallamounts of money started disappearing from students' lockers. I wondered if the thief was Roy but decided not tosay anything to anyone. I hoped it wasn't him.Last week our school had a big fair in order to raise money for a charity. It was very successful and by theend of the day, we had made about £500. Our class teacher, Mr White, came andchatted to a group of us that included Roy, and held up a box for us to see."There's £500 in here," he said with a smile. But to our surprise,the next morning, we were told that the money had been stolen. Mr White hadleft the box in a classroom for a few minutes, and when he came back it haddisappeared. The head teacher asked anyone who thought they might knowsomething about the theft to come to him.This weekend, having thought about the situation fora while, I decided to ask Roy about the theft, and this morning I went to see him. Roy was out,and I went upstairs to his bedroom to wait for him. It was a cold day and hisjacket was lying on the back of a chair. I put it on and put my hands in thepockets. I could feel a lot of paper notes and I pulled them out.It looked as if there was about £500 there. I was sosurprised that I just stood there, holding the notes in my hands. At thatmoment, the door swung open, and Roy walked in.