Angry Mr W by Ollie Crips

Mr Warne stormed into the classroom looking furious; there had been a major traffic jam that made him late and halfway he’d realized his lunch was still at home. He sat down to take the register but the wobbly chair leg that had been threatening to break all week finally did and he landed hard on the floor. Brushing himself off he managed to burst the ink cartridge in his pocket. The more he tried to clean himself up, the more he managed to spread it until he looked like he’d bathed in it.Suddenly, Mr Warne turned a deeper shade of red and steam could be seen from his ears. I knew then it was going to be a long day.