The Great Gatsby-Personal Narrative

Going home that night, a lot of things were left undecided. My mind would not settle down or allow me to sleep knowing all that could change. I had grown fond of Gatsby and his way of life, the parties, the girls, and expensive dinners. All for a girl he once knew in another part of their lives. The next morning I was woken up by the bright light that seemed brighter than a lantern next to my face shining through my window, it seems as though I forgot to close them before bed. This got me up early though and I was moving. Waking up to silence seemed so calming compared to all that had happened. None of us were ready for how it might play out. I pulled out a muffin from the cupboard, it seemed a little stale but it was all that was left for breakfast. After pouring myself a cup of coffee I walked out to my porch to get the paper, it was damp from the wet ground. Walking back inside I started to read the front page. Down on the bottom left hand corner there was an article about a women who had been murdered, it was Myrtle Wilson. There was a picture of her and her husband above

Looking down the road I could still see the police officers cars driving quickly down the road. Getting into my car I thought about how everything Gatsby has done to get to this point in his life. Getting onto the main road traffic was almost nearly none. People were walking down the street, everyone seemed so marry but I could never tell what might really be their story. There wasn't many lights in our town but somehow everyone of them was red when I was trying to pass through. As I pulled into the station I noticed Tom’s car in one of the front parking spaces, that wasn’t good news at all. If Tom gets his hands on Gatsby they might both end up in jail. The building had a suspenseful feeling to it. When you go in there was no telling who was going to come back out. I walked up to the front desk “I’m looking for a Jay