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Edexcel GCSE·✍️ English Language

Edexcel GCSE English Language — Paper 1 (Fiction and Imaginative Writing)

105 minutes📊 64 marks📄 Paper 1 (Fiction and Imaginative Writing)
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Edexcel GCSE English Language — Paper 1 (Fiction and Imaginative Writing)

Total marks: 64 · Duration: 1 hour 45 minutes

Instructions to candidates

  • Answer ALL questions in Section A and Section B.
  • Use black ink or ball-point pen.
  • You must NOT use a dictionary in this examination.
  • Write your answers in the spaces provided on the question paper.
  • Section A: Reading (40 marks) – you are advised to spend about 60 minutes on this section.
  • Section B: Writing (24 marks) – you are advised to spend about 45 minutes on this section, including planning time.

Paper

Section A — Reading (40 marks)

Read the text below and then answer Questions 1–5 that follow.

This extract is from the opening of a novel published in 2018. The narrator, Maya, is sixteen years old and has just arrived at her grandmother's house in rural Scotland after her mother's sudden death.


The Last House Before the Mountains

The taxi coughed to a halt at the end of a track that wasn't really a track at all, more a suggestion of where wheels had once pressed into moss and heather. Beyond the windscreen, the cottage hunched into the hillside as though it was trying to disappear. Grey stone, grey sky. Even the light felt grey.

"This is it, love," the driver said, but he didn't sound certain.

I paid him with the last of the notes Dad had folded into my hand at the airport, his fingers shaking so badly I'd had to close my own around them to make it stop. The driver hauled my case from the boot, set it down on the wet ground, and was gone before I could ask him to wait. Just for a minute. Just until I was sure.

The silence hit me first. Not the absence of sound—there was wind, and somewhere the complaint of a bird I couldn't name—but the absence of the city's hum, that constant electrical buzz I'd never noticed until it wasn't there. I could hear my own breathing. I could hear my heart.

The front door opened before I reached it.

She was smaller than I remembered. Photographs lie about height, about presence. Her hair was white now, not the iron grey of the pictures Mum kept in the drawer she thought I didn't know about, and her eyes were the same pale blue as the sky behind the clouds, as though all the colour had been washed out by the weather.

"Maya." Not a question. She said my name the way Mum used to say it when I'd done something that disappointed her but she was too tired to be angry. "You'd better come in, then."

Inside, the cottage was dark and warm and smelled of peat smoke and something else—lavender, maybe, or thyme. The kind of smell that belonged to old houses and old women and lives that had been lived in one place for too long. Everything was smaller than it should have been: low ceilings, narrow doorways, windows that let in squares of pale light but no view of what lay beyond. A fire burned in the grate, though it was August.

"Your room's upstairs. Second door." She didn't offer to help with the case. "There's soup if you're hungry."

I wasn't hungry. I hadn't been hungry for three weeks, not since the morning the police came to the door and Dad made that sound, that terrible animal sound, and I knew before anyone said anything that she wasn't coming back.

But I said yes anyway because it seemed easier than saying no.

The kitchen was at the back of the house, stone-flagged and cold despite the range that ticked and muttered in the corner. She ladled soup into a bowl—something pale and thick that might have been potato—and set it in front of me with a spoon and a piece of bread that looked homemade. Then she sat down opposite and watched me eat.

"You look like her," she said finally.

I put the spoon down. "Everyone says that."

"You've got her chin. Her hands." She paused. "Her temper, I expect."

"I don't have a temper."

"That's what she used to say."

Outside, the light was changing, the grey deepening into something darker. I could see our reflections in the window: two women at a table, strangers who shared a face. I wondered what Mum had looked like at sixteen, whether she'd sat at this same table, eaten from this same bowl, felt this same desperate need to run.

"Why didn't you come?" The question came out before I could stop it. "To the funeral."

Her hands, which had been folded on the table, tightened slightly. That was all. "I wasn't invited."

"Dad would have—"

"I wasn't invited," she said again, and this time there was iron in her voice, the iron that had been in her hair once, that was in mine now. "Eat your soup. It's getting cold."

So I ate, and she watched, and the fire in the other room crackled and spat, and somewhere up in the mountains a storm was gathering that would break before morning and change everything.


Question 1

List four things you learn about Maya in this extract.

(4 marks)


Question 2

Look at the following lines from the extract:

"The taxi coughed to a halt at the end of a track that wasn't really a track at all, more a suggestion of where wheels had once pressed into moss and heather. Beyond the windscreen, the cottage hunched into the hillside as though it was trying to disappear. Grey stone, grey sky. Even the light felt grey."

How does the writer use language to describe the setting? You should write about:

  • the words and phrases the writer uses
  • language techniques
  • the effects these create.

(8 marks)


Question 3

Refer to the whole extract.

How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader? You could write about:

  • what the writer focuses your attention on at the beginning
  • how and why the writer changes this focus as the extract develops
  • any other structural features that interest you.

(8 marks)


Question 4

Focus on the second half of the extract, from "Your room's upstairs. Second door." to the end.

A student, having read this section of the text, said: "The writer makes you really feel the tension and awkwardness between Maya and her grandmother. You can sense that there's a difficult history between their family."

To what extent do you agree? In your response, you could:

  • consider your own impressions of the relationship between Maya and her grandmother
  • evaluate how the writer creates tension
  • support your response with references to the text.

(20 marks)


Section B — Writing (24 marks)

You are advised to spend about 45 minutes on this section. Write in full sentences. You are reminded of the need to plan your answer. You should leave enough time to check your work at the end.

Question 5

You are going to enter a creative writing competition. Your entry will be judged by a panel of published authors.

Either:

(a) Write a description suggested by this picture:

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A black and white photograph showing an empty playground at dusk. A single swing moves slightly in the wind. In the background, streetlights are just beginning to come on, and the silhouette of an apartment block can be seen against a darkening sky. Fallen leaves are scattered across the ground.]

Or:

(b) Write the opening part of a story about a secret that should never have been kept.

(24 marks for content and organisation 16 marks for technical accuracy)

[40 marks total]


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