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I’m feeling sick inside, like
the part of me that’s three wants to come out of my eyes,

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Maybe because I’m 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 believes her.

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hat’s when everything I’ve been holding in since this
morning, since when Mrs. Price put the sweater on my desk,
finally lets go, and all of a sudden I’m crying in front of
everybody. I wish I was invisible but I’m not.

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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. It’s maybe a thousand
years old and even if it belonged to me I wouldn’t say so.

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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.

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Not mine, not mine, not mine, but 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’m feeling sick inside, like
the part of me that’s three wants to come out of my eyes, only I
squeeze them shut tight and bite down on my teeth real hard

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I wish I didn’t have only eleven years
rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box.

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Only today I wish I didn’t have only eleven years
rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box.

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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.
she is showing how the sweater feels by saying it hurts her because it is itchy. and she is saying it smells like cottage cheese

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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.

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An ugly sweater like that all raggedy and old

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I put my head down on the desk and bury my face in my stupid clown-sweater arms.

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Here is an example of descriptive language  Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. This is descriptive language because it shows the reader an example of how the years are still with you and that you'll always be that age.

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Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion
or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden
dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next
one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

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sleeves all stretched out
like you could use it for a jump rope

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Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion
or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden
dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next
one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

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 And maybe one day when
you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re
three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad
and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three

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one sleeve of the sweater that smells like cottage cheese

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Shane Guillette
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. It’s maybe a thousand
years old and even if it belonged to me I wouldn’t say so.

It's describing the sweatshirt that isn't theirs. It's descriptive language because it is saying what the sweatshirt looks like.

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Only today I wish I didn’t have only eleven years
rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box

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An ugly sweater like that all raggedy and old

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Only today I wish I didn’t have only eleven years
rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box

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all itchy and full of germs that aren’t even mine.

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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.

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Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion
or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden
dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next
one. That’s how being eleven years old is. This  descriptive language because its describing being eleven.

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Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion
or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden
dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next
one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

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Not mine, not mine, not mine, but 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’m feeling sick inside, like
the part of me that’s three wants to come out of my eyes, only I
squeeze them shut tight and bite down on my teeth real hard

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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. (Its saying how it feel to out on the sweater, and what the sweater fells and smells like)

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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.

It's describing the sweatshirt that isn't theirs. It's descriptive language because it is describing how it feels and what it smells like.

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far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky

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You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.

And you don’t feel smart eleven,
not until you’re almost twelve.

in both of these she is feeling.

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I can’t stop the little animal noises from coming (I can edit)

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"An ugly sweater like that all raggedy and old"

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Another example of descriptive language is You don’t feel eleven. Not right away. It takes a few days, weeks even, sometimes even months before you say Eleven when they ask you. This shows descriptive language because it tells how you don't remember to say eleven because you don't feel eleven you don't think it.