The Worst Singer Ever

“Ok!” said Mrs Baxter enthusiatically. “Time to do performences!”

“Me first!” squealed Petunia. “PLEASE! Me! Me! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Mrs Baxter looked around hopefully. “Anyone else?”

Nobody put their hand up.

Mrs Baxter sighed. “If you must then, Petunia.” she said reluctantly.

Petunia confidently hopped to the front of the class, and began to sing. Well, it was supposed to be singing.

“I stay up way to late!!! Yeah!” she warbled. “Got nothing in my brain! At least that’s what people saaay! Mm-mm. That’s what people saay! Mm-mm.”

“That’s what people sa-a-ay! Uh-huh!” she screeched. “At least, that’s what people saay! Mm-mm. That’s what people saay! Mm-mm.”

“Enough! Petunia, stop!!!” screamed Mrs Baxter. But Petunia wouldn’t stop. She was on a roll.

“OH-OH-OH!!! YEAH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” howled Petunia as the walls shattered.

“Children! Quick! Evacuate the building!” shrieked Mrs Baxter as she hurried out.

Children poured out the doorway, bolting for their lives.

A few days later, Petunia was found buried under the rubble, still singing.

“Shake…it…off…shake it off…off…off,” she croaked.