Literature
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 2
Imagine the sharpest, loudest, most awful noise you have ever heard in your entire life. Imagine that plus nails on a chalk board, squeaky violin strings, Jar Jar Binks, and the world's loudest, ugliest baby all singing in horrible cacophony.
Okay, now multiply that by six and you'll have a pretty good idea how awful Mrs. Tot's whistle was. She blew it so loud I was surprised that no one came from the auditorium to investigate.
Hayden winced at the noise, her face screwed tight. I covered my ears, but there was no lessening the sound.
Thankfully (or unthankfully) the whistling stopped.
I looked up at Mrs. Tot, who just kept grinning like