Horrid Henry's School Election

Horrid Henry's School Election Yack yack yack yack yack. Horrid Henry's legs ached. His head ached. His bottom really ached. How much longer would he have to sit on this hard wooden floor and listen to Mrs Oddbod witter on about hanging up coats and no running in the corridors and walking down staircases on the right-hand side? Why were school assemblies so boring? If he were head, assemblies would be about the best TV programmes, competitions for gruesome grub recipes and speed-eating contests.

Yack. Yack. Yack. Yack. Yack. Zoom . . . Zoom . . . Squawk! Horrid Henry's hawk swooped and scooped up Mrs Oddbod in his fearsome beak. Chomp. Chomp. Ch- Wait a minute. What was she saying? ‘School elections will be held next week, ' said Mrs Oddbod. ‘For the first time ever you'll be electing a School Council President. Now I want everyone to think of someone they believe would make an outstanding President. Someone who will make important decisions which will affect everyone, someone worthy of this high office, someone who will represent this school. . .

Horrid Henry snorted. School elections? Phooey! Who'd want to be School Council President? All that responsibility . . . all that power . . . all that glory . . . Wait. What was he thinking? Who wouldn't want to be? Imagine, being President! He'd be king, emperor, Lord High Master of the Universe! He'd make Mrs Oddbod walk the plank. He'd send Miss Battle-Axe to be a galley slave. He'd make playtime last for five hours. He'd ban all salad and vegetables from school dinners and just serve sweets! And Fizzywizz drinks! And everyone would have to bow down to him as they entered the school! And give him chocolate every day.

President Henry. His Honour, President Henry. It had a nice ring. So did King Henry. Emperor Henry would be even better though. He'd change his title as soon as he got the throne. And all he had to do was win the election. Shout! Shriek! ‘Silence! 'screeched Mrs Oddbod. ‘Any more noise and playtime will be cancelled! ' Huumph, that was one thing that would never happen when he was School President. In fact, he'd make it a rule that anyone who put their hand up in class would get sent to him for punishment. There'd only be shouting out in his school.

‘Put up your hand if you wish to nominate someone, ' said Mrs Oddbod. Sour Susan's hand shot up. ‘I nominate Margaret, ' she said. ‘I accept! ' yelled Margaret, preening. Horrid Henry choked. Margaret? Bossyboots Margaret President? She'd be a disaster, a horrible, grumpy, grouchy, moody disaster. Henry would never hear the end of it. Her head would swell so much it would burst. She'd be swaggering all over the place, ordering everyone around, boasting, bossing, showing off . . .