Help please my grade is super low and my mom is going to get mad at me Read the story.

Home

Hattie stepped off the screeching subway train and lugged her possessions onto the escalator. When she finally emerged from underground, she got to the sidewalk and looked at the landscape. She was used to flatness and green; the farm that they’d just sold had cattle grazing as far as the eye could see. There was nothing green in sight here as cement behemoths sprung out of the ground taller than the stalks of corn back in Iowa. People zipped in front of her with briefcases tucked to their sides as high heels clacked on the pavement. It was all so overwhelming, so loud, and Hattie put her hands over her ears to shut out the sounds of the taxi horns and the thousand different conversations. Her little sister Evelyn didn’t; she was trying to take it all in.

Her mother pulled out a map from her purse and held it in shaky hands. “According to this, our new home should be right here.”

Hattie traced her mother’s index finger to a building that was so high that she had to crane her neck to see the top.

“This?” Evelyn gasped.

Her father, the man who was never at a loss for words, didn’t say anything. He adjusted the weight of the three bags that contained most of the possessions they’d been able to bring on the three-hour plane journey that had uprooted them from their old lives and deposited them in New York City.

Her father struggled to open the heavy front door, and when they were inside, the smell of hundreds of different meals clashed in her nose: spaghetti, fried chicken, fish, and curry. They stood in front of a bank of elevators as Evelyn pushed the button for the seventeenth floor. When they entered what would be their new home, Hattie spun around in tiny circles as her father gave them the “grand” tour.

“Here is where you and Evelyn will sleep,” he announced. He pointed to a room that was half the size of the Iowa bedroom that was hers alone, the same Iowa bedroom where she’d had all her sleepovers and whose walls still showcased the crayon scribbles from when she was a toddler. She’d tried to scrub them clean, but they were more stubborn than she was, so they would be there for the new family that would be moving in soon.
Part A

In "Home," how does Hattie feel about New York City when she first arrives?

Hattie is excited about all the tall buildings in New York City.

Hattie is taken aback by all the noise and activity in New York City.

Hattie is interested in all the people she sees on the streets of New York City.

Hattie is interested in the contrast between New York City and Iowa.

Question 2
Part B

Which two sentences from the text best support the answer in Part A.

"She was used to flatness and green; the farm that they’d just sold had cattle grazing as far as the eye could see."

"It was all so overwhelming, so loud, and Hattie put her hands over her ears to shut out the sounds of the taxi horns and the thousand different conversations."

"There was nothing green insight here as cement behemoths sprung out of the ground taller than the stalks of corn back in Iowa."

"People zipped in front of her with briefcases tucked to their sides as high heels clacked on the pavement."