一个糟糕的周末英语作文六年级下册

A Terrible Weekend

Last weekend was absolutely dreadful – one of the worst weekends of my entire life! Everything that could possibly go wrong did go wrong. It all started on Friday after school.

I was really looking forward to the weekend because my best friend Jack was supposed to come over for a sleepover. We had been planning it for weeks. The plan was to play video games, eat junk food, and basically just veg out for two whole days without any responsibilities or worries. Total freedom!

However, when I got home from school on Friday, my mom told me that Jack's mom had called and said he caught the flu. He was running a high fever, had chills, body aches, the whole nine yards. Our sleepover was cancelled. I was crushed. There went my fun weekend plans down the drain.

Instead of doing something enjoyable with my buddy, I had to spend Friday night at home with my little brother Robby who is the most annoying person on the planet. All he wanted to do was follow me around and pester me nonstop. I tried playing video games to distract myself, but Robby kept whining and begging to play too even though the games were way too

mature for a 7-year-old. I ended up yelling at him and then got in trouble with my parents for being mean to Robby. So much for a relaxing night.

Things only went downhill from there. On Saturday morning, I woke up starving and raced downstairs to grab a big bowl of my favorite sugary cereal. But we were all out! My dumb brother had eaten the entire box without telling anyone. For breakfast I had to eat a boring, healthy meal of oatmeal with fruit instead. No Fair.

After ingesting my unsatisfying breakfast, I spent most of the morning watching lame kid shows on TV since it was pouring rain outside. I couldn't go out to the park or ride my bike or do anything remotely fun. I was cooped up inside like a prisoner. For lunch, my mom made one of her \"healthy\" meals with a bunch of vegetables that I can't stand. I tried my best to choke down a few bites but ended up feeding most of it to our dog under the table when my parents weren't looking. I was starving again an hour later.

In the afternoon, my dad wouldn't let me play video games because he said I had to spend some \"quality family time\" with him, my mom, and Robby. We played some board games together which was pure torture. Robby cheated the whole time

and my parents didn't even notice or care. At one point, I got so fed up that I flipped over the game board, sent the pieces flying everywhere, and stamped off to my room. I was grounded for the rest of the weekend after that lovely outburst.

On Sunday, my parents made me stay in my room and catch up on homework and chores that I had neglected during the past week while they went out to run errands. I tried calling Jack to see if he was feeling any better, but he didn't answer his phone at all. So I had no one to talk to except for my dumb brother who kept barging into my room when he wasn't supposed to. For dinner on Sunday, my mom burned the pizza she was trying to make for us. We had to settle for a pathetic frozen meal instead while the smoke alarms were going off. I basically went to bed hungry once again.

When I crawled into bed Sunday night, I was feeling incredibly disappointed, bored, and miserable about how terribly the whole weekend had gone. All of my big plans and excitement for the weekend had turned into a total disaster full of frustration, punishment, bad food, and zero fun. I sulked and stewed about it for hours until I finally managed to fall asleep, exhausted from experiencing such a horrible 48 hours.

I certainly learned my lesson – never get your hopes up too high because fate will find a way to ruin everything and let you down. These days, I prepare myself for every weekend to be the absolute worst. At least that way I won't be as devastated when things inevitably fall apart. MaybeI'm being a bit too negative, but last weekend's awful events have really scarred me for life. I'm just going to embrace the suckiness and not expect anything awesome to happen, at least until I'm an adult finally free from the torture of lame, boring, terrible weekends.