The Singing Inspector

A Roaring voice by: Benny Defaulter (Ethan Ball)

It was a normal day, well that's what I thought. It turned out that day would be a nightmare come true. It started like this, I arrived at school and had my normal subjects like I always do. Then we had singing class, when I got to the class I noticed there was a different teacher instead of Mr. John Wick. He had a massive sphere for a face that was as red as a tomato, he had odd stockings and had eyes like a car tyre, big and round. He also had bright yellow curly hair.  I asked him where our regular singing teacher was, but instead of an answer, I got a "Child, go and sit down and don't be so inquisitive." I was a bit shocked from his attitude, and just then I knew this was going to be the worst lesson ever, probably the worst of my school life.

 When everyone was in the class he said to all of us, well pretty much yelled "Hello everyone my name is Raymond, but you will all call me Mr. R, I am your singing inspector!" Just then, I thought, Oh No. Singing isn't my best talent and inspector, that's just aiming for trouble. He then said "I hope all of you can sing, otherwise you're going to find this very difficult." He looked at a piece of paper. "Benny and Charles, you're up." That's when my heart stopped beating. I got up and went to the front with my friend Charles, not knowing what to sing."Now sing for us!" yelled Mr. R."We don't know any songs." said Charles."We do know pretty poll though." I said, backing up Charles. " Then sing it!" He yelled back. So that's when the humiliation started. I could tell that everyone wanted to laugh, but they were to scared to even whisper. I must admit though, we were pretty bad. I sang it in a kind of low voice, while Charles sang it in quite a high voice, probably because he was scared. We carried on singing till we reached the middle of a verse. Then Mr. R shouted " Waste of time, two voiceless idiots in a singing class!" Now, unless you were me, which you weren't, you would know how I felt. Humiliated, embarrassed, upset, annoyed, angry and don't even get me started on that. One of the worst experiences in my life.

 After we had sang, well sort of yelled, Mr R called up Jesse. She sang a wonderful song on the modulator. After her was Gladys Armstrong and Iris Vaughan, Iris was scared stiff, so that never happened. Thankfully the end of that torturing marathon came at last. We had our other subjects and then went home. That afternoon I had a lot to say to my mother and father and how I hated singing class. My mom went to the school as it was just down the road and told the principal I was never to do singing class again. "Ok fine, he won't do singing class, but he'll have to do exams with the little ones and the big ones like Paulas and Jack." said Mr. Cater with an annoyed tone in his voice.

 That night I couldn't go to sleep, I was hoping my mom would be happy as a unicorn and not let me go to school, but of course that didn't happen. So I ended up walking to school with Charles along side me talking all the way. The same as always we had our subjects and then the rest of our class went to singing while we went to Mrs. Derek. Charles mother had the same idea to go to the principal and talk to her when Charles told her what had happened. We were supposed to do exams and learned sums. As boring as it sounds it wasn't, Mrs. Derek is the best. For us to learn sums she got sweets to add up and then we got to eat the sweets. She also did exams which were actually pretty easy. "That wasn't such a bad move at all." I said to Charles. "Yeah, not at all, I really like this class." replied Charles. So, we went on in our lives, going every Tuesday to do exams and having fun.