This was an assignment for my English class I was given 3 years ago in my Junior year of high school. The assignment was to write a story as if you took part during some part of the Great Gatsby, retelling what you saw. You couldn't change the outcome of the story, you couldn't change anything significant to the plot, try to keep the writing in the same style as from the book, and make it two (written) pages. My teacher was very impressed w/my story, and it made me really proud of it since I really wasn't a very good student (I don't believe in homework :P)
Disclaimer: I didn't write The Great Gatsby, I don't own anything from it.
The Gatsby Gala
I arrived at the party with Clara. Well, Clara and her brother. I couldn't imagine why they had given this extravagant event such a simple title as 'party.' A gala or something beyond the grasp or comprehension of human words.
I walked under the most elegant of archways, and I was suddenly in another world. A sea of laughter, cheering, smiles, embraces, music, dancers, and delight such as could never be found in the mortal world. Champagne coated everything giving this new realm a crisp, golden hue. Did I honestly think I could be accepted? Was I wearing the right perfume? Did my dress have enough fringe? Would the host realize I had not been invited, no matter how many times people assured me it didn't matter, and throw me out?
My nerves were taking over. This must have been visible, for I felt a strong arm rest around my waist and escort me into the lively crowd. I turned to find Luke, Clara's brother, smiling at me confidently with his sister on the other arm. Introducing us to this crowd and that, him being accustomed to these galas thrown by the still unknown Gatsby, and without question we were accepted as 'Luke's beauties.'
"I'm so nervous, what'll I do?" I whispered hastily to Luke.
"Don't be!" insisted a girl in a yellow dress, who had overheard. "Here, drink this. A couple more and you may care less than we do!" She motioned toward a similar looking girl in the twin of her dress.
She was right. After the second cocktail, Clara had become independent of Luke and me. Following a few more we were dancing. First Luke and I, then Clara and I, then I was with someone I didn't even know. Always I was rescued by someone else. I found myself mystified by the brass of the band, intoxicated by the blending of perfume, cologne, and something sweet smelling in the garden. My head began dancing without my body moving and I suddenly became aware that I was falling. Caught, in arms unfamiliar but kind none the less.
"Are you alright?" a friendly voice inquired. "Here sit down. Maybe you should stay the night here."
"I have a ride though," I insisted.
"Luke and Clara Nemble, right? They've gone."
"Well… I guess I should ask the host then."
"Oh it's no problem. I don't mind."
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I'd still like to here what others have to say about it, so R&R please