Eleven When Mrs.Price says, “whose is this”? Holding up a red sweater in the air for the whole class to see. It´s been sitting in the classroom for a month,” Mrs..Price says. The whole class says,”Not mine,not mine.” “It has to belong to somebody,”Mrs.Price says readily. But nobody can remember. It´s an ugly sweater with red plastic buttons and a collar and sleeves all stretched out like you could use it for a jump rope. Its maybe a thousand years old and even if it belonged to me I wouldn't say so. Maybe because iḿ really skinny, maybe because she doesn't like me, that stupid Sylvia Saldivar says, “I think it belongs to Rachel.” An ugly sweater like that, all raggedy and old, but Mrs. Price takes the sweater and puts it right on my desk, but Mrs.Price believes her. She takes it and puts it right on my desk, but when I open my mouth to tell her itś not mine, nothing comes out. …show more content…
Not mine,” I finally say in a little voice that was maybe me when I was four years old. “Of course itś yours,” Mrs. Price says. “I remember you wearing it once.” Because she's older and the teacher, sheś right iḿ not. Not mine, not mine, not mine, I muffed in my head, over and over again. Mrs. Price is already turning to page thirty-two, and math problem number four. I don't know why but all of a sudden I feel sick inside, like the part of me thatś three wants to come out of my eyes, only I squeeze them shut tight and bite down on my teeth real hard and try to remember that today I am eleven, eleven.
When those thoughts kept coming I heard a girl say, “Wait!! that's not Rachelś sweater!.” Mrs.Priceś eyes got big and her jaw dropped because she doesn´t allow anyone talking back to her or to argue with her. Mrs.Price said angrily, “how is it not hers if she wore it before?” The girl standing in the back says scared,” because it's mine, I once let her wear it because she was cold and she forgot her