This is when I wish I wasn’t eleven, because all the years inside of me – ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two a
nd one – are pushing at the back of my eyes when I put one arm through one sleeve of the sweater that smells like cottage cheese, and then the other arm through the other and stand there with my arms apart, like if the sweater hurts me and it does, all itchy and full of germs that aren’t even mine. —“Eleven,”
Sandra Cisneros
Why does Rachel put the sweater on, even though it isn’t hers?
Mrs. Price tells her to put it on.
She decides she likes the sweater.
She wants to see if the sweater fits
What are the labeled structures
