Hey guys! Lovey here. I know, I just put the story on the site, but I figured I might as well give you a short prologue-This is like my version though. There are major factors from the original story in this, but I didn't want it to be too predictable. And yes, it is the Great Gatsby. But like said, it definitely will not follow the exact lines of the original, for I haven't even read the original! I've seen the movie, and that's what I'm going by.

Enjoy.

PROLOGUE

Some people like to say that love can drive you to either one of two things; to your happy ending; or to madness. That's just what I learned, here in New York, the place where I was to stay for the Summer.

I moved here in the East to work in the bond business, which was one of my choices after going to Yale. Instead of doing so, though, I fought in World War One, which I found a bit exciting, though it was a terrifying place to be at the time. Of course it was... It was WAR.

I like some literature, but I don't like it as much as my older sister, who you will surely hear about later-she is, after all, one of the main factors of this story I am telling you.

I grew up, partially, in Chicago in a small town house, with my parents, Hope and Arthur, and my sister. But when my sister and I were young, our house burned down, killing our mother. Our father lived, but he had deserted the family, and we lived with our grandmother Grace and her cat Saladin. We were still in Chicago, but lived in a bigger, better known part of the state. My sisters last name, Cahill, was more known than mine since my last name was that of my fathers-Trent. My sister got around more; I stayed cooped up in the small house; my sister had met many people; I knew around two that weren't related to me.

Why, you may be asking, am I telling you this? Why do you need to know about who I am, what I do, where I grew up? How come the name of my sister hasn't been said once yet?

Let me ask you this, before I answer those questions with my own story. How important is it for you to know the name of the love of your life? Or the one you thought you loved, anyways... It is important, yes?

Well as of now, all of these things that you now know about me are important, and you should keep them in mind, or you won't know one of the main characters of the story, much less the one tellingit. This information was not just about me, but held a little information about my sister, too.

I don't want to tell this story. Not at all. But the only way for people to know-the only way for people to remember- is if I do this.

And it all started with a man named Ian.

I hope you enjoyed the prologue! I think instead of KAbra, Ian's last name might stay Gatsby-it just sounds a little bit better with the story.

Read and review, and PLEASE! Let me know if there is anything wrong!

~Lovey