“Blah, blah, blah. I know how the torture goes.” I thought to myself.I was at school having to listen to the awful song Andrew Singing Booth was singing over and over again. “Windmill, windmill for the.”

“Yes I know how it how goes, you don’t have to remind me”, I said for the ten hundredth time. “Can you sing anything better than that song or just shut up?”

“Well actually I can,” he protested “There’s this one that goes.”

“Be quite and zip it. Cool I like that!” I butted in.

“Okay, be quite and zip it, yeah zip it ba”

“I was joking you know!” I said, looking annoyed. Finally I had finished the maths.

The next day, I felt like ‘Superman’ feeling so good. I got to school on time and thought I felt like I could survive Andrew’s singing.

As I sat down after recess, I heard something different “Ehh, hold up, Ehh” It was Andrew singing away. That’s it! I stood up, went to the teacher and said “Andrew Singing Booth keeps singing annoying songs and I’ve told him to stop!”

“Okay Andrew, sing a song that Eli likes,” the teacher told Andrew.

I sat back down sad.

“TNT, oh, oh,” sang Andrew. Now I feel even more depressed.

It’s almost lunch and Andrew’s singing is getting to me so I have a plan: I’m just going to go up to the teacher and tell her to tell Andrew to stop singing! Watch me explode! That’s it here it comes, straight to the teacher. “Miss, can you tell Andrew to stop singing?”