五年级下册第三单元作文她生气了六百字英语全文共6篇示例，供读者参考篇1She Got AngryLast week in school something happened that really made me angry. It all started during recess on Wednesday. My best friend Amy and I were playing on the swings like we always do. Amy is really good at swinging super high and jumping off at just the right moment. I'm not as brave as her though, so I just swing gently back and forth.Anyway, we were having a great time swinging and talking about our favorite TV shows. Suddenly, this mean girl named Brittany came over with her friends. Brittany is always picking on me and Amy. I really don't like her at all."Hey dorkfaces!" Brittany shouted at us. "What are you losers doing?""We're just swinging," I said, trying to ignore her."Yeah, you'd better not fall off and crack your stupid heads open!" one of Brittany's friends laughed.Amy shot them an angry look. "Why don't you just leave us alone?""Or what?" Brittany smirked. "You'll cry to the teacher like big babies?"They all started laughing really loud. I could feel my face getting hot with anger and embarrassment. I really hate when Brittany bullies us like that.Then, the unthinkable happened. Brittany came up behind Amy's swing and gave it a hard shove! Amy went flying forward off the swing and landed face-first in the dirt."Amy!" I screamed, jumping off my swing to run over to her. Amy was lying on the ground, her face and hands scraped up and bleeding. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.I was so mad at Brittany. I couldn't believe she had just done something so mean and dangerous. "What is wrong with you?" I shouted at her. "You could have really hurt Amy!""Whatever, it was just a joke," Brittany said, rolling her eyes. "She's fine.""No, she's not fine! Look at her!"The school nurse had to come and take Amy to get cleaned up. She had cuts all over her face, hands and knees. I felt terrible for her. Amy is my best friend in the whole world and I hate seeing her get hurt, especially because of a bully like Brittany.I told our teacher Ms. Martin what happened at recess. She said Brittany would be punished for pushing Amy so hard off the swing. Brittany had to stay inside at recess for a whole week as punishment. I was glad she got in trouble, because what she did was really mean and dangerous.Later that day after school, I went over to Amy's house to check on her. Her mom said the scrapes weren't too bad, but they had stung a lot when they cleaned them. Amy was resting on the couch watching TV."How are you feeling?" I asked, sitting down next to her."I'm okay, I guess," Amy said sadly. "But my knee and elbow really hurt.""I'm so sorry Brittany did that to you," I told her. "She's such a bully."Amy nodded. "I just don't know why she has to be so mean all the time. We never even did anything to her.""I know, it's not fair at all." I patted Amy's arm gently. "But try not to let her get to you. That's what bullies like Brittany want."We watched TV together for a while. Even though Amy was hurt, she started feeling a little better. Before I left, I gave her a big hug."Thanks for being such a great friend," Amy said. "I'll be back at school tomorrow."The next day, Amy came to school with bandages all over her arms and legs. I was really proud of her for being so brave and not letting Brittany scare her. During recess, we avoided the swings and played on the jungle gym instead, far away from Brittany and her mean friends.Every time I see Brittany now, I get this angry feeling in the pit of my stomach. It makes me so mad how she bullied my best friend like that for no reason. Amy didn't do anything wrong, except exist near Brittany.I really hope Brittany learns her lesson about bullying from her punishment. No one should ever have to go through what Amy went through, just because of a mean girl trying to be cool and tough.I'm just really thankful Amy is okay and that she's still my best friend. Next time Brittany tries to start anything, we'll just walk away. Bullies like her only want attention, and Amy and I shouldn't give it to her. We'll be the bigger people and show Brittany that her mean words and actions won't bring us down.篇2She Got AngryHave you ever made your mom really mad before? I mean, like, super duper mad? Like the kind of mad where her face gets all red and she starts yelling and you know you're in huge trouble? Well, let me tell you about the time I made my mom angrier than I've ever seen her in my whole life.It all started on a Saturday morning. I was feeling lazy and didn't want to get out of bed. My mom came into my room around 9am and told me to get up and get ready for the day. But I just rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. I heard her sigh really loudly and she left the room.About 15 minutes later, she came back. "Johnny, get up right now! I mean it!" she said in a firm voice. I still didn't move. Bad idea. My mom reached down, grabbed the covers, and rippedthem right off me! The cold air hit my body and I finally opened my eyes. "Mom! What was that for?" I complained."You need to listen when I tell you to do something. Now get your butt out of bed," she ordered. Grumbling, I finally got up. As I was getting dressed, my mom noticed my room was an absolute pigsty. Clothes were scattered everywhere, old food plates and cups on my nightstand, and toys strewn all over the floor. "Jonathan Michael Thompson! This room is a disaster! You're grounded until you get this cleaned up," she scolded."Aw, mom, no! That's not fair!" I whined. But she had already stormed out. I kicked at some clothes on the floor, making even more of a mess. This was so stupid! Why did I have to clean my room? It's my room! I'll keep it how I want!About an hour later, my mom came back to check on me. I had made exactly zero progress cleaning. In fact, I had made an even bigger mess just messing around. "Johnny! I gave you an order to clean this pigsty and you've just made it worse! That's it, you're grounded for a week, no video games, no going outside, no fun!" she yelled. Her face was brickred and the vein on her forehead was bulging out. Uh oh, she was mad."But moooommmm..." I knew better than to argue with her when she was this angry, but I couldn't help myself. Bad move.My mom's eye started twitching, which is never a good sign. "No buts! Clean this up right now or else!" She didn't even finish her sentence, she was so furious. I had really pushed her too far this time.For the next two hours, I cleaned and cleaned. I picked up every stitch of clothing, put away my toys, threw out all the old food and dishes, made my bed, organized my bookshelf, and even vacuumed. When I was finally done, I went to find my mom. "Mom? I cleaned my room like you asked. Can I be ungrounded now?" I asked hopefully.My mom came to inspect. She looked around with narrowed eyes. Finally, she nodded. "Looks good. I'm very disappointed in your behavior today, young man. But I'll consider your grounding over...this time. Next time, listen to me the first time I tell you to do something!" She was still pretty mad, but I could tell the anger was starting to fade a little bit."Yes, mom. I'm sorry I made you so angry and didn't listen. It won't happen again," I promised, giving her a hug. She hugged me back tightly."You know I love you, right? I just want you to be a good listener and have responsibility," she said in a calmer voice. I nodded against her shoulder."I know, mom. I love you too."Phew, crisis averted! My mom may have been furious at me for a little while there, but I knew if I finally did what she asked, she would forgive me. Moms can get pretty angry sometimes, but they always love you at the end of the day. I'll try really hard to listen better from now on so I don't make my poor mom that angry again! It's awful seeing her so mad. But I'm just happy we were able to hug it out in the end. Moms are the best, even when they're turning red with anger!篇3She Got AngryLast week, something really crazy happened at school. My best friend Sarah got so angry that she ended up getting sent to the principal's office! It was honestly kind of scary but also a little bit funny if I'm being totally honest. Let me tell you the whole story from the beginning.It was a Thursday morning during our math class. Mrs. Jenkins, our math teacher, was going over long division on the whiteboard. Sarah has always struggled with math, especially long division. No matter how many times Mrs. Jenkins explained it, she just couldn't seem to get it.On this particular day, Mrs. Jenkins called on Sarah to come up and work through a long division problem on the board. Sarah nervously walked up to the front of the class. You could tell she was really anxious.She picked up the expo marker and stared at the problem for a few minutes. Then she just froze. Mrs. Jenkins tried walking her through the first step, but Sarah looked totally lost."I... I don't know how to do this," Sarah said in a shaky voice.Mrs. Jenkins let out a big sigh. "Sarah, we've gone over this many times. You need to pay better attention."Some of the kids started snickering. Sarah's face turned bright red. Her hands started to shake. I could sense she was about to cry or totally lose it."I'm trying my best! It's just really hard for me!" Sarah shouted at Mrs. Jenkins.Mrs. Jenkins looked taken aback. "There's no need to shout. Go take a deep breath and try again."But Sarah didn't try again. Instead, she surprised all of us by slamming the expo marker against the whiteboard, shattering it into a million pieces!The whole class gasped. You could have heard a pin drop. Sarah had always been such a quiet, shy girl. None of us could believe she had just done that."AHHHHHHHHH!" Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs. She looked angrier than I had ever seen anyone look before. Her face was bret red and the veins were popping out of her neck.Mrs. Jenkins looked horrified. "Sarah Jones! That is enough! Go to the principal's office immediately!"Sarah didn't say another word. She turned around defiantly and marched out of the classroom, knocking over a trash can on her way out. The rest of us just looked around at each other with our mouths wide open in shock.For the rest of the day, everyone was buzzing about what had happened in math class. All the details got stretched and exaggerated as they spread around the school.By the end of the day, some people were saying that Sarah had thrown the marker directly at Mrs. Jenkins! Others said that she had jumped up on Mrs. Jenkins' desk and started shouting profanities! Of course, none of those details were actually true. Kids at school just love to turn a crazy story into an even crazier one when they retell it.When I saw Sarah again at school the next day, she looked really embarrassed about her outburst. I felt kind of bad for her. Sure, she had definitely overreacted in a major way by screaming and breaking things. But we had all been there before, struggling with a subject and feeling totally frustrated when we just couldn't get it, no matter how hard we tried.I gave Sarah a big hug when I saw her. "Don't worry about it, we all have meltdowns sometimes!" I said with a smile. She cracked a little smile back at me.Mrs. Jenkins and the principal unfortunately had to give Sarah detention for a week as punishment. But Sarah took it like a champ and didn't complain. I think she realized that she had taken things way too far.From that point on, though, Mrs. Jenkins was a lot more patient and understanding when Sarah got frustrated or mixed up during math lessons. Instead of calling on her in front of everybody, Mrs. Jenkins started giving her some extraone-on-one math help during recess.Sarah has told me that math is finally starting to click for her. She hasn't had another major outburst or anger incident since that crazy day. Although I'm sure the rest of us will never forgetthe time that quiet, shy Sarah Jones totally lost her cool and shattered an expo marker into a million pieces!篇4She Got AngryLast week something happened that really made me mad. My best friend Amy and I got into a huge fight and she got super angry at me. It all started on Monday during recess.Amy and I were playing on the swings like we always do. We were having a contest to see who could swing the highest. I was winning because I'm taller and can swing higher. Amy started getting frustrated that I was beating her."No fair! You have longer legs than me so you can swing higher. This contest is rigged!" Amy shouted."What? No it's not! We never said anything about height mattering. You're just a sore loser," I fired back.Amy jumped off the swing while it was still moving and landed on the ground hard. "Ow!" she cried, grabbing her ankle. The recess monitor had to help Amy to the nurse's office because she twisted her ankle pretty bad.I felt really bad about that. Even though Amy started the argument, I shouldn't have called her a sore loser. That was mean of me. I tried to apologize at lunch but she wouldn't even look at me.The next day at recess, I went over to the swings to talk to Amy again. But she was glaring at me with her arms crossed."What do you want?" she snapped."I'm really sorry about yesterday Amy. I didn't mean to upset you. I never wanted you to get hurt," I said sincerely."Well it's too late now. My ankle is still swollen and it's all your fault!""How is it my fault? You're the one who jumped off the swing!""You made me do it because you were being such a jerk! This is why you don't have any other friends. You're just a mean bully!"I was stunned. Amy had never said something so hurtful before. We've been best friends since kindergarten. I thought she knew me better than that."I am not a bully! You're the one being mean right now by saying things you don't mean just to hurt me," I shouted back, trying not to cry."Whatever, just leave me alone you big bully!" Amy turned and stormed off towards the jungle gym.I was so angry and upset. I couldn't believe my best friend had just called me a bully and said I didn't have any other friends. That was a total lie! Sure, Amy is my closest friend, but I have plenty of other friends too. Her words really stung.For the rest of the week, Amy ignored me completely. She sat at a different table during lunch and lined up on the opposite side of the classroom. It was like I didn't even exist to her anymore. I spent every recess sitting alone on the swing feeling sorry for myself.Finally on Friday, I decided I had to try to make things right with Amy again. I couldn't take being in this fight any longer. During our science class I passed her a note."Amy, I'm really sorry for hurting you. You're my best friend and I never meant for you to get hurt or to be so mean to you. I don't like fighting like this. Can we please be friends again? I miss you."I watched nervously as Amy read the note. She frowned and wrote something back before passing it to me. My heart raced as I unfolded it."Apology accepted. I miss you too. Let's stop fighting, ok? Friends again?"I smiled so big and gave Amy a thumbs up from across the room. She smiled back at me. Finally, the fight was over!After school, Amy came over to my house. We talked about how silly the whole fight was and promised to never let something so dumb come between our friendship again. We've been best buddies for way too long to stop being friends over a fight on the swings!Even though Amy and I drove each other crazy for a whole week with our stubbornness, I'm just happy we worked things out in the end. Friendship fights happen, but that doesn't mean you have to stay mad forever. I learned that it's important to be the bigger person, admit when you're wrong, and patch things up with yourbestie. Life is too short to stay angry, especially at your best friend!篇5She Got AngryThere's this girl in my class named Emily. She's one of the popular kids and always seems so confident and sure of herself.A lot of people want to be her friend because she's pretty and good at sports and all that stuff. I don't really know her that well, but we've been in the same class since 1st grade so you can't help but notice her.Anyway, last week something happened that made Emily really angry. Like, angrier than I've ever seen her before. It all started at recess on Monday...We were out on the playground and a bunch of us were playing basketball together, just messing around really. Emily was on my team and she's actually a pretty good basketball player. At one point, the ball went out of bounds and rolled over near the fence. Emily went to get it and that's when Jason Ward, this big kid from another class, walked over and picked it up before she could."Give it back, Jason!" Emily shouted at him. "We're using that ball!"Jason just kind of smirked at her. "Nah, I don't think so. Finder's keepers," he said.Emily stepped towards him. "That's our ball, give it back right now or else..."But Jason just laughed in her face. "Or else what? What are you gonna do about it, shrimp?"You could see Emily's face getting all red with anger. Jason was being such a jerk, holding the ball up high over his head where Emily couldn't reach it. A bunch of the other kids started gathering around, watching and giggling at the scene."Jason, don't be an idiot. Just give her the ball," one of the other boys said.But Jason shook his head. "Make me," he taunted Emily.That's when Emily just lost it. She let out an angry yell and took a swing at Jason, trying to knock the ball out of his hands. But Jason was so much bigger than her and just shoved her backwards onto the ground. Emily ended up with a ripped sleeve on her shirt and scrapes on her hands from the fall.Jason and his friends all cracked up laughing at her. "Nice one, butterfingers!" Jason jeered.I felt really bad for Emily. She looked so humiliated, sitting there on the ground with tears in her eyes as everyone laughed at her. The basketball lay forgotten a few feet away.One of the yard duties came over at that point to see what was going on. Emily immediately started pointing at Jason, trying to explain through her tears about how he took our ball and wouldn't give it back. But Jason and his buddies all played dumb, insisting they didn't do anything.In the end, the yard duty just told everyone to head back to class since recess was almost over anyways. Emily stormed off, face red and fists clenched, looking madder than I'd ever seen her.Over the next few days, Emily stayed in a sour mood. She didn't talk to anyone and kept giving Jason and his friends dirty looks from across the classroom or the cafeteria. A couple times I overheard her mumbling angrily to herself about getting revenge on them.Then on Thursday, it finally happened. We were all lining up to go to PE class out on the field. As we walked past the restrooms, Emily suddenly veered off towards the boys' bathroom. I couldn't believe it when she actually went inside! The few boys who were in there came running out looking totally freaked out.When Emily emerged a minute later, she had a big satisfied grin on her face. We could all immediately smell why - she'dpulled the prank of putting a ton of stink bombs or something in the boys' bathroom! The awful rotten odor quickly filled the hallway and had us all gagging.The teachers rushed over thinking something was seriously wrong, but Emily played it cool, not letting on what she'd done. Jason and his buddies were fuming, knowing she was behind it but with no proof.At first the teachers thought maybe it was just a backed up toilet or something, so they tried getting the janitor to fix it. But the smell only got worse and worse until finally they had to evacuate that whole hallway. Pretty soon the entire school reeked of the terrible篇6She Got AngryEveryone has gotten angry before, even me! I'll tell you about a time when my older sister Emily really made me mad. It was a few months ago, right before Christmas break started.It was a Friday after school and I was super excited because the next week was going to be vacation. No school for two whole weeks! I had gotten home from the bus and was watching TV inthe living room. Emily got home a little bit later since she's in middle school and their dismissal time is different.When she walked in, I could tell right away that she was in a bad mood. Her face looked all grumpy and she stomped her feet as she went upstairs to her room. I didn't think too much about it at first. Emily is 13 years old so she's a teenager, and everyone knows how moody teenagers can be sometimes!A little while later, Emily came back downstairs. She stood in front of the TV, blocking my view. "Hey! Move out of the way, I'm watching that!" I said. But she didn't move. Instead, she just glared at me."You are so annoying," Emily said in a mean voice. "All you ever do is sit around being lazy and watching stupid TV shows."I felt my face getting hot. "That's not true!" I shouted back at her. "I do my homework and chores every day after school. Just because I want to relax for a little bit doesn't mean I'm lazy.""Whatever," Emily rolled her eyes. "You're still annoying. I can't stand having to share a house with you."Now I was really mad. How dare she talk to me that way! I stood up off the couch, clenching my fists. "Well I can't stand having to share a house with a mean bully like you!" I yelled.Emily took a step closer, getting in my face. "What did you just call me?" she said through gritted teeth.I didn't back down. I was just as angry as she was at this point. "You heard me! You're a bully and a jerk!"That's when Emily reached out and shoved me hard. I wasn't expecting it, so I fell backwards onto the couch. My head bounced off the armrest and tears started forming in my eyes from the shock and the pain."Emily! Jenny! What is going on out here?" My mom had come into the room after hearing all the yelling. She looked back and forth between me sitting there crying and Emily standing over me looking furious."She started it! She called me a bully!" Emily pointed an accusing finger at me.I tried to explain through my tears what had happened, how Emily was the one being mean first. But of course, my storytelling didn't come out very clear since I was so upset.In the end, my mom sent us both to our rooms to cool off and think about how we had behaved. I spent a long time in there, laying on my bed and fuming about how unfair it was that I got in trouble too when Emily was the one who pushed me.Yeah, I had called her a name, but she started it by being nasty to me first!A couple of hours later, there was a knock at my bedroom door. It was Emily. I braced myself, wondering if she was going to start yelling again. But instead, she came in looking calm and even...guilty?"Hey," Emily started softly. "I...I shouldn't have pushed you earlier. That was wrong of me. And you're right, I was being a jerk to you for no good reason too."I sat up on my bed, surprised that my hotheaded older sister was actually apologizing. Emily sat down on the edge of my bed and let out a long sigh."The truth is, I got ina fight with my friend Lila at school today. We had this stupid argument over something dumb and now she's mad at me. I came home all worked up and grumpy because of that, and then I took it out on you. Which wasn't fair at all. You didn't deserve that."Hearing Emily's explanation helped me understand why she had been in such a bad mood earlier. I could relate to fighting with a friend and how upsetting that feels. My anger towards her started to fade away."Well, I shouldn't have called you a bully either," I admitted. "We both kind of messed up."Emily gave me a little smile. "Yeah, we did. I'm really sorry, little sister. Friends again?" She held out her arms for a hug.I smiled back and accepted the hug. "Friends again."After that, Emily told me all about what had happened between her and Lila at school. As frustrating as her anger towards me was in that moment, I realized it wasn't really about me at all. I'm just glad we were able to make up and that she understood why her behavior was wrong too.Because that's the thing about anger - it can make you say and do things you don't really mean, things you end up regretting later. The important thing is to recognize when you've made a mistake, and have the courage to own up to it and apologize, like Emily did. I'm proud of her for that. And I'm going to try to remember this lesson about anger myself for the next time I get really mad. Maybe taking a breather first before saying hurtful things would be a good idea!So while Emily definitely made me angry that day, losing my temper and fighting with her like that wasn't the right way to handle it either. I hope that going forward, we can both work oncontrolling our anger better and treating each other with kindness and respect. Because family should never make each other that mad in the first place. I love Emily, even when she's being a total punk sometimes! And I know she loves me too.。
