Charles Diary

It was a normal day at school until the singing inspector came suddenly it felt like a thunderstorm as he thundered through the door his name is Mr Raymond. He was wearing big knickerbockers and he had a red face like he was about to erupt like a volcano he had these thick stockings like a hunter he had blue eyes like blueberries and golden curls on his head.

He didn’t call any of the little ones in the room for singing and the older boys who just do exams. He said Benny and I had to come to the front and sing first but we were shivering so much walking to the front. He was holding a stick to the moderator he asked in an angry voice what can you sing I said in weak voice we can sing pretty Polly.

Mr R then shouted and looked like the picture of the Bull of bashan. We began to sing. Most people would say it was terrible but it was my best and I think Benny was also trying his best because he looked terrified. I bet everyone wanted to laugh. We stopped in the middle of the verse because we were out of breath. Then he got angry and shouted that we were a waste of time. Two voiceless idiots in a singing class then he sent us out.