Eleven by Sandra cisneros
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- Šmykľavka: 1
- Exposition
- Students! Who is missing this red sweater?
- That is an UGLY sweater!
- My name is Rachel. It is my birthday and I am turning eleven. We are in the classroom when Mrs. Price finds an ugly red sweater.
- Šmykľavka: 2
- Rising Action
- Now turn to page 32. We're doing problem 4.
- Not mine, I want to say, but I can't. Mrs. Price is the teacher so she's right and I'm not. I feel sick inside. I squeeze my eyes shut so I don't cry. I think about how I'll throw the sweater away when we go to lunch. I push the sweater to the corner of the desk.
- Šmykľavka: 3
- Conflict
- I think it is Rachel´s.
- But that's... It's not...
- Maybe because I'm skinny, or maybe because she doesn't like me, stupid Sylvia Salvidar says it belongs to me. And Mrs. Price believes her! She puts it on my desk. I don't know how to tell her that it's not mine.
- Šmykľavka: 4
- Climax
- Rachel, you put that sweater on and no more nonsense.
- I dont want to!
- Mrs. Price makes me put on the sweater that smells like cottage cheese and it is all itchy and full of germs. I can't stop myself. I start crying in front of everyone like I'm 3 instead of 11. I wish I was invisible, but I'm not. I put my head down on the desk and cry until my body shakes and my head hurts.
- Šmykľavka: 5
- Falling Action
- Miss, I forgot it was mine!
- Why isn't Mrs. Price saying anything!?
- But the worst part is right before the bell rings for lunch. Phyllis Lopez says the ugly red sweater is hers. I take it off right away and give it to her. Mrs. Price pretends like everything's okay.
- Šmykľavka: 6
- Resolution
- This is the worst birthday. I wish I was older so I didn't have to remember this bad day.
- Today, I'm eleven. At home, there's a cake and candles and presents and everybody will sing happy birthday to you, Rachel. But it's too late. I'm 11, but I wish I was 102 because I want today to be a forgotten memory like a runaway balloon in the sky.
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