I loved the spelling bee(拼字比赛) so much that every afternoon after school, I would diligently train. However, little did I know that my opponent in the spelling bee would one day become a cherished friend.
On Friday morning, I woke up at 6:27. My usual waking time was 7:01, granting me an unexpected thirty-four extra minutes to study. As the best speller in my class, I was determined to win the Meadowbrook Middle School spelling bee and defeat my opponent, Nathan Fortescue.
Nathan was a devotee of science and math. He wasn't really a speller at heart; he was a mathematician. Nathan and I had nothing in common except being good spellers. Besides, he seemed to spell well without much effort.
I went to the kitchen and found Dad making breakfast. I told him about the spelling test and my anxiety. He quizzed me on some words, but they were easy for me. Then he asked, "How do you spell ‘argument'?" I confidently replied, "Easy, A-R-G-U-E-M-E-N-T," without a second thought.
Dad shook his head. I didn't believe him, so I checked the dictionary. When I came back,he said I should thank him because that word might be on the test.
As I shut the classroom door, a voice came from the back of the room. "You're looking a bit pale. I'm afraid you might not make it through the spelling bee," Nathan said with a smile as he closed a giant book with dancing numbers on its cover.
"I bet a literature word will knock you out in the first round," I replied.
Then Ms. Hawking entered the room, explaining the rules—one miss and you are out—and the spelling test began. After four intense rounds, only Nathan and I remained. "Olivia, your word is ‘algorithm'," Ms. Hawking announced. I had never heard that word before, but I spelt it: "A-L-G-O-R-Y-T-H-M."
注意：
1）续写词数应为 150左右;
2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。
Ms. Hawking frowned and said that's incorrect.
After class, I sobbed when I felt a hand on my arm.
