The Singing Inspector
I’m Charles the kid that sang pretty Polly really well. I thought I sang it well but Mr.R didn’t think so. He screamed at me so much that I couldn’t believe it. He even called me a voiceless idiot which he probably will soon get fired for.I felt scared and sad and a bit angry. I wish we had a nice Inspector. Everyone did. Usually everyone called him a bully. I would love to be one of those boys that do exams and skip singing. Kids should get a weekend from him. I wish he went on a bad holiday for ever.