But when the sick feeling finally went away and Rachel opened her eyes the red sweater was still sitting on her desk like a big red mountain. She moved the sweater to the corner of her desk with her ruler and moved all her belongings as far from it as possible.
Not mine, not mine, not mine she says to herself. In her head she is thinking how long it is till lunchtime so that she can throw the red sweater over the schoolyard fence, leave it hanging on a parking meter, or bunch it up into a little ball and toss it in the alley.
Except when the math period ended, Mrs. Price said in front of the whole class,"Now, Rachel that's enough," because she saw that Rachel shoved the sweater to the tip of her desk. Then Mrs. Price asks Rachel to put the sweater on and Rachel tries to tell her that it isn't hers but her teacher cut her off and told her to stop with the nonsense.