My name is Benny and I do not like Mr. R. He always makes me sing because he knows I am not good at singing. My class were all singing well and Mr. R said they were singing like headless chickens.
But when I sing he takes me to the taucher room and smacks me with a stick. But this time did’nt, instead he took a stink bomb lit it and put it by my nose. All the kids were laughing at me calling me “stinky bum, stinky bum”.
An hour later I went to sing again. My friends looked like they felt sorry for me. He made me feel like I was not allowed here and that I was just a little person that no one liked. He said that I was terrible which made me feel really bad at singing.
