One morning before class, when I was running into the classroom, I knocked over the ink bottle on the teachers desk, and the red ink spilt ① on the desk. I was sure I would be scolded by the teacher. Just at that moment the bell rang and I went to my seat.

“Stand up!” our monitor said loudly. I stood up and my legs were trembling.

“Who knocked over the ink bottle?” Miss Ye, the teacher, asked. I kept silent. Many eyes were fixed upon me. Miss Ye walked to me and asked in a low voice,“Did you do it?”

“No, no, I didnt, ” I said hurriedly②. My face turned red at once. I didnt know why I had told a lie.

“OK, I believe you.” She patted me on the head and then began teaching.

I felt very sorry. I knew I was wrong. So I went to see Miss Ye in the afternoon.

“Im sorry, Miss Ye,” I said. “This morning I told a lie.”

“I saw the whole thing through the window when I was outside the classroom, ”she said. “But I didnt scold you. I knew you would come to tell me the truth because I believe you are an honest girl.”

I dropped my head without saying a word.

“Im happy that you have come,” she continued. “You havent made me disappointed.”

When I heard these words, tears filled my eyes.

I have a good friend. His name is Chin Daibe. He is 15 years old. We both want to be detectives. He is very clever. He is just a secondary school student but he is cleverer than any other student. I think he is as clever as a university school student. His favorite detective is Kindalchi Hajime. He wants to be just as famous when he grows up. He is as helpful and brave as Sherlock Holmes. He is generous to his friends, too. When he has some new detective books, he always shares with me. So I am willing to lend him books, too. His favorite writers are Jinguchi Lanbu and A.E.W. Mason. His favorite book is At the Villa Rose. I think it is a good detective book, too. I really think he will be a very good detective. He is my best friend.

When I was just a little girl, my relatives all said to me,You are not a beautiful girl. If you want to be paid attention to, you must work harder than others.These words hurt me. So I wanted to be a beautiful girl, just like the Snow White. That was my illusion when I was five years old.

I grew up. When I was ten years old, I wanted to be a scientist. I believed that if I was a world-famous scientist, I would be noticed by people all over the world. I could do many good things for them.

Now Im fifteen, I have my third illusion: I want to be a singer. Because I love singing. I love music. I even want to produce music myself. I also want to let the entire world hear my voice and my songs, though Im not the best singer.

I know all these are just my illusions. Maybe they will never come true. But Im still very happy because of my illusions.