Eleven by Sandra Cisneros
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- In my head I’m thinking how long till lunchtime, how long till I can take the red sweater and throw it over the schoolyard fence, or leave it hanging on a parking meter, or bunch it up into a little ball and toss it in the alley.
- Eleven
- by Sandra Cisneros
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- today I am eleven...
- Whose is this? It's been sitting in the coatroom for a month.
- I’m eleven and it’s my birthday today and I’m crying like I’m three in front of everybody.
- I think it belongs to Rachel
- That's not, I don't, you're not... Not mine.
- Of course it's yours, I remember you wearing it once.
- Mama is making a cake for me for tonight
- Now, Rachel, that’s enough. You put that sweater on right now and no more nonsense.
- when Papa comes home everybody will sing Happy birthday, happy birthday to you.
- But it's not-
- Now!
- I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one.
- But the worst part is right before the bell rings for lunch. That stupid Phyllis Lopez says,
- Mrs. Price pretends like everything’s okay.
- I take it off right away and give it to her
- I remembered, the red sweater is mine...
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