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Dreams. Ambitions (抱负). Everyone has them.
Some people dream of winning a big prize. Others want to travel around the world...Ellie Stevenson dreams of being a singer.
Ellie is a seventeen-year-old girl. She lives in a quiet village in the beautiful Yorkshire Dales. She goes to school, has a part-time job in her Dad's shop and enjoys spending time with her best friends, Cassie and Skye. This is the story of Ellie.
"Pencils down, please!"
I quickly try to finish writing one last sentence but Miss Jones sees me. "Ellie Stevenson! The exam is over!"
"Please, Miss...another thirty seconds... five?"
"Humph!" she says and takes my paper.
There is nothing that I can do now. I hate biology! I dream of being a singer, like Murphy. I want to study music at A level.
"You can't study music!" said Dad when I told him at the start of the sixth grade, in September last year. "If you want a good career, you need to study science."
"He's right. The sciences are important, Ellie," agreed Skye. "I'm going to study chemistry, biology, physics and math."
"Boring! Why don't you study French like me?" suggested Cassie. "Mr. Lake, the French teacher, is great!"
I never told anyone about my dream after that.
Now here I am trying not to fall asleep as Miss Jones finishes collecting the answer papers after the biology exam. I'm really tired. I close my eyes. I only want to rest for a minute. But soon I'm not in the exam room...
I'm on stage in front of thousands of fans. My fans! They are shouting my name... I start to play the guitar and they all cheer... they sing the words to my latest hit...
"Ellie! Ellie!" Miss Jones's angry voice wakes me up.
"Eh...? Sorry?"
"It's time to go home!" she says, shaking her head.
I'm the only person left in the room. Everyone else has already gone.
I was dreaming... again.
I feel stupid as I pick up my bag and walk towards the exit.
Outside, it's raining. It's spring but the sky is grey and miserable (令人难受的). It seems like it will rain forever and I haven't got an umbrella.
①. . .
When I look into Murphy's eyes, I know that maybe my dream is just beginning...