We have found that one of the joys of writing is to write something just for the fun of it. Here one of our sixth grade authors has fun modeling a story after one of her childhood favorites, Alexander’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. She has a delightful way of showing, not telling about her trials and tribulations.  This author expresses that sense of frustration when everything seems to go wrong by exaggerating how bad things are. 

Madie’s Bad Day

By Madie

        When I woke up this morning I looked at my alarm clock and found out I had…five minuets to get ready! So I jolted out of my bed, only to hit my head on the wall. With a painful head ache I went to my dresser and tried to open it. Instead of my dresser opening the handle decided to rip off my dresser so I couldn’t open it. So, I collected my clothing out of my closet. And then I knew today was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day. I’ve decided to move to Cle Elum. And to make it even worse I have to run to school now.

        After I got to school, I went up to the cash register in the cafeteria. I found out that I had no breakfast money, so today I can’t eat breakfast. Today is going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Cle Elum sound so nice right now. I want to live there, in fact I’m moving there.

        After hearing the deceiving, annoying bell ring, I trudged up the stairs, bracing myself for the rest of my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. When, I get home, I am moving to Cle Elum, and that’s final!

        When I was walking home I was thinking about my day, and before I knew it I was home. Not paying any attention, to the steps that lead to my door I tripped chipping my tooth. I managed to pick myself up and I opened my front door and, BAM! My sister’s attitude hit me at what seemed like 100 miles per hour. She started ordering me around like she was a drill sergeant. “Madie clean your room” and every chore you could think of and she wanted it all done in two seconds. Instead of listening to her, I went to my room and started working on the mountain of homework my teacher gave me because he said “You talk too much, Madie. You should be happy with all this homework.” I just want this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day to end! And I want to move to Cle Elum!

        If there is one good thing my evil mother can cook is…nothing! She cooked diner and she made spinach, and added taco seasoning to it. To make matters worse it was still frozen. Grosse! My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day was almost over, but I’m still moving to Cle Elum.

        Even though it’s barely 7:30 pm I decided to get ready to go to sleep before I am forced to watch a love movie. I went into my bathroom and used about 3 cups of Listerine. I went downstairs and my dad came in. He said, “There are horrible, no good, very bad days even in Cle Elum.” But, I still want to move there.  

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