The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

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Chapter One On a typically gloomy morning in Chesapeake, Virginia, a thirteen-year-old girl was the only one awake. It was two o’clock in the morning, which was extremely early for anybody, even Sydney. However, she had things on her mind that kept her wide awake. As she paced the room, she scribbled on a clipboard, often pausing to shake her head and cross something out. When she was done, she set the paper on her desk under a microscope, and peered intently through it as if fascinated. And she was. Lately, after coming home from a vacation in France, she and her best friend had been drawing up blueprints to connect their two houses by a secret passage, which was not only highly entertaining, but it would prove a way for them to spend time …show more content…

As it happened, Sydney and Zinnia had come home to a considerable amount of trouble. Sydney had been scolded for not telling her parents that Zinnia had run away and her parents not known about her going to France. Zinnia was in trouble for running away from her home to go on vacation and making everyone more worried than was necessary. The only cheer they had was the blueprint Sydney was examining right at this moment. “Ugh! I’m a hundredth of a millimeter off! Again!” she cried. “I don’t see how you have to be so precise when I’ve already finished the passage,” came a voice from behind Sydney’s clock. She jumped into the air, then landed back on her chair with a thud. “Zinnia!” she said, walking over to her clock. Anyone else in this particular moment, would have thought that Sydney was scolding her clock. But she was in fact scolding her best friend. “The nerve of you!” she laughed, pushing her clock with a dull scrape across the floor. Zinnia popped out of a three-by-one-foot hole in the wall. “I didn’t really mean to come behind your clock,” she said apologetically. “But perhaps you could rearrange your room for your sofa to be there instead?” Sydney laughed. “Actually, I had the idea that I could put small wheels on it.” Now it was Zinnia’s

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