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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Storyboard by Christa Leary
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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.