Today is that girl’s birthday, Rachel. Soon, she will wish she was not eleven years old, holding in all her past years.
Exposition
That's Rachel's!
Mrs. Price puts me on Rachel’s desk even though I am not hers. Classic Sylvia Saldivar to say I was Rachel's. Rachel doesn’t have the power to speak up for herself.
Conflict
Rachel looks uneasy because of her lack of confidence to speak up for herself. She's holding in her feelings too much and trying to reassure herself.
Rising Action
This is fine. I can celebrate my birthday with mom and dad when I get home. Mom is baking me a cake.
Rachel's bawling. She must be very uncomfortable. I don’t blame her, I’ve picked up many germs after being in that coat room for a month. Not being washed, she must be getting itchy too. I apologize little one, please hold on for a little longer.
Rachel! Quit moving the sweater off your desk! Put it on!
Climax
Of course, Phyllis Lopez. Rachel gives me back right away. I now have her tears all over my bright red, stretched out sleeves. Mrs. Price moves along and pretends everything is okay.
Falling Action
Oh! That's actually mine!
Resolution
Mom is baking a cake for me. I can eat it and celebrate when dad gets home. I wish I was not 11 today, or 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 , 1. Anything but eleven.
I can still feel Rachel’s emotions. I am sorry dear Rachel, I am not your ugly red sweater. She must be reassuring herself again. Unfortunately at this point, it must be too late to save her birthday. Rachel must be wishing against her new age. Anything but eleven.