MR SUPERSTAR

Superstar Ricky???

I looked at the form.The competition is at the end of the year.Great.(I'm being very sarcastic.).Two months to practice.I went inside the dorm.I asked Michael whether he wanted to coach me.He was eating a packet of chips while doing his homework.He asked me whether I did my assignment.
Suddenly I remembered.We had to pass up the assignment by tomorrow.I grabbed my A4 paper and my golden mechanical pencil.The assignment is writing a poem based on your experience.I peeked at Michael's poem.It goes like this

My experience by Michael Wilson

One day I was sipping tea,
Then I saw a crow.
And then I saw a bee,
Holding a bow.

I was eating an orange,
When I felt something.
It sounded strange,
I suddenly saw a king!

Wow.A very very weird poem.I am going to make a haiku.

I love myself.Very very weird,right?Of course I know.Duh,fools.

I don't care about my haiku.I'm nervous about the competition.Michael stared at my poem."What a dumb poem."he said.Then he laughed and laughed.I felt very insulted."Your poem is the weirdest poem ever."I replied.I asked him whether we can start practicing now.He said okay.I am going to sing[LAY ME DOWN BY SAM SMITH].I,the writer like this song like crazy!!!!!!!!!!!

Michael kept on saying that I'm lousy at singing.What can I do?It's not like I can suddenly sing like Beyonce all of a sudden.
To be fair,my singing kind of sucks.

1 week later.......
I have suffered a huge blow.Michael went to the hospital because of high fever.
I went downstairs to the field and played football.I met one boy called Charles and we are now friends.Charles and me went to the hospital to pay Michael a visit.He looked very sick.I was worried about him.When we went back to school,we entered our class.(Note:I am same class as Charles.)There was a new girl in class called Melissa."Make sure to take care of her,class."Mr Harry said.All the boys except Charles and me approached her.And Erik is one of them.Erik is the playboy in this class.He always chase girls.Ryan is the class clown.He always does very wacky and silly stuff like laughing like a crazy maniac.There's one boy called Morgan Brown who is the the class's perfect boy.He can sing,he can dance,he can write outstanding poems and he is a Maths genius like me.

I told Charles about the competition.I asked him whether he could help me.He said he's a pro at music.He says that for Music exam,he always get 90 and above.That's perfect for me.He was a much better coach than Michael.No offense to Michael.Instead of complaining like Michael,he encourages me.We were doing well.

2 weeks later.....
Michael has recovered!I heard the news from his mother.When his car reached the gate,Charles and me ran to the front door.We greeted him and I introduced Charles to Michael.They shook hands.Charles sneaked into my dorm so Michael,me and him can practice together.Michael was impressed with Charles.I told Michael that Charles was a pro at music.Charles goes to some prestigious music center.