Based on Theresa's brother's actions and dialogue in the story, the reader can infer that he Theresa Siryn sat on her bed and doodled on her notebook. She was supposed to be writing her end of course paper on the theme of "Human Society's Effect on Nature." So far the only thing on her notepad was a doodle of either a giant dog or a small, furry horse—even Theresa couldn't tell which it was. She sighed loudly and looked around her room for inspiration. Nothing.
"Hey, Theresa!" called her brother. "Mom wants you to get your bike off the lawn like you promised." She threw down her pencil in annoyance.
"Thanks for the breaking news, Wade Winston Wilson," she called as she headed downstairs. Her brother glared at her angrily as she walked past his room.
"You're welcome, Theresa Rourke Cassidy Siryn," he said, drawing out his words for maximum effect before slamming his door.
"Don't blame me," Theresa told his closed door. "It's not my fault Mom and Dad didn't give us normal names. At least they let your friends call you W. W."
"It's kind of nice out here," Theresa said to herself as she grabbed her bike from the lawn. "Maybe I should sit outside and write. Or at least try to write. There's probably no inspiration out here, either." As she walked her bike over to the garage, she noticed a small pinging sound coming from inside. She walked into the side door and saw a small red bird flying from one side of the garage to the other. Theresa didn't know much about birds, but this bird's body language seemed to convey desperation. She felt frozen as she watched him batter himself against the glass and metal cage of the garage
"Hold on, little guy," she whispered as she slid over to the button that controlled the garage door. The bird, exhausted by now, didn't seem to notice at first that one wall of his cage had opened to reveal the beautiful spring day outside. As a cool breeze wafted in through the open door, the bird raced for his freedom without looking back. She stood watching him fly far away from his metal prison. When Theresa returned to her room, she grabbed her pencil and notepad and began to write page after page.

A. has named the trapped bird after Theresa.
B. does not believe she will write her paper.
C. trapped the bird in the garage as a prank.
D. does not like to be called by his full name.