After lunch I was still furious about the red sweater . My Eleventh birthday had been ruined because of a stupid ,ugly ,raggedy ,old ,red sweater that smelt like cottage cheese . What made even is that my teacher Mrs .Price didn’t even apologize to me even though I was right and she was wrong .I don’t think she knows it’s my birthday today . I’ve never be this mad at a teacher before . Later ,that afternoon while we were in class Mrs.Price had noticed that I have been doing mean things like talking while she’s been talking ,and I had chewed some gum in her class too .You know how I said ,”In my head i’m thinking how long til lunchtime ,how long til I can take the red sweater and throw it over the school yard fence ,or even leave it hanging on a parking meter ,or bunch it up into a ball and throw it in the alley .”Well I did ,Phyllis Lopez told me to hold her red sweater during recess after we ate lunch and while she was not looking I hung it on a parking meter in front of Mrs.Price’s car .That showed how angry I was.Then some kid noticed it and said in front of the whole classroom,”Who’s red sweater is that hanging from that parking meter ?” Phyllis stood up and looked out the window ;her mouth dropped open and all you could hear was a noise
