What I Was Feeling... When Gatsby Died

It was a busy day on Wall Street.  I had a lot of work to do but was waiting for one call from Gatsby. How was he doing? Should I have left him at Toms house with ought telling him what I had seen inside between Tom and Daisy. I had just seen Gatsby before I had to go to work. He wanted to go take a swim because he hadn’t broken his pool in and it was almost time to close it. I told him that I couldn’t stay and that I had to go to work. Would I have ever thought that would have been the last time I would have seen him? I decided to call Gatsby and make sure everything was okay. As I dialed the phone and proceeded to hold it to my ear, someone answered but it was not Gatsby. All I hear is a gunshot and then quickly after that another gunshot. After these horrific noises that I heard the phone went silent and I did not hear a thing. Was everything okay? What had happened? In that very moment I didn’t know what to do. Should I go there or was it nothing. I screamed on the phone for someone to answer but no one did. Should I have stayed and skipped work.

Why I.... Was The Only One at Gatsby's Funeral

It was a hard week after Gatsby had died. He didn’t deserve to die because he never did anything wrong to anyone. I had to do everything for the funeral. Three days after Gatsby’s death I received a telegram from Henry C. Gatz, Gatsby’s father. Henry had heard about his son’s death through the Chicago Newspaper. Henry refused to take the body to the Midwest because he knew his son always liked it better down east. The paparazzi was everywhere consumed with what had happened taking pictures and preparing for the funeral. I called Daisy and wanted her to come to the funeral but her butler said that they had already left. I found out that Tom had something to do with Gatsby’s death but the person who murdered him was George Wilson, who also killed himself a few minutes after. The day of the funeral came and to my surprise there was not one person there. I was the only one to attend Gatsby’s funeral. Was I the only one who loved him? Why didn’t anyone else show up?

What I Was Thinking...... When Tom Hit Myrtle

I always thought of Myrtle as perceiving herself to be superior. When I was at a party with Tom and Myrtle, Myrtle had more and more to drink becoming increasingly belligerent. When I heard Tom remind Myrtle of her place in his life and at this point I felt uncomfortable. After bringing up Daisy’s name, Tom and Myrtle stand face to face with tension standing between them. “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy, Daisy.” This is all I heard for a few minutes that seemed like years. Before I could even think of anything to do Tom hit Myrtle right in the face. Tom opened his hands and break Myrtles nose. After this I couldn’t believe what just happened. This is the second time that Tom has hurt a woman in a very real way. 

What I Was Feeling...... When I Found Out Gatsby and Daisy Hit Myrtle

I was in the car with Tom and Jordan driving back to Long Island when we discovered a very frightening scene on the border of the valley of ashes. We found that someone had been hit by a car and it was a fatal accident. I found out that the girl who was hit was in fact Myrtle. I heard that a car came into the city struck her, paused, and then sped off. I then made the connection when I heard that it was a big yellow car that it had to be Gatsby’s. I couldn’t believe that Daisy and Jay had actually hit someone and killed her. When I went back to Toms house I found Gatsby waiting outside. I was infuriated because I knew that he had killed someone innocent. When I asked him about it he told me that Daisy was the one driving and he tried to stop it from happening but it happened all so fast there was nothing he could do. He made me swear not to tell anyone and that he was the one to blame for the tragedy. I told him to go home and get some rest but he wouldn’t leave Tom’s because he didn’t want him to hurt daisy. Gatsby sent me in to check on Daisy and I saw Daisy and Tom sitting together eating so I decided to leave Gatsby outside and go home.

What I was Thinking...... When I First Met Gatsby

When I first saw Gatsby I was very impressed. I expected Gatsby to be middle aged and very outgoing. But when I saw him I realized that he was around 30 and very introverted. The very first day that I saw Gatsby he was standing on his lawn with his arms reaching out toward the water. I was very impressed with his wealth and parties. I thought he was very mysterious which admired me quite a bit. I noticed that when Gatsby would throw his big extravagant parties, he wouldn’t even drink at them and he liked to stay away from the crowds. He was nothing as I expected him to be. When I first saw him at his party I saw him sitting at a table alone. He seemed as if he was extremely lonely due to the lack of people around him and lack of friends. I admired Gatsby even though he does represent everything that I scorn about New York. 

Why I... Wanted to get Daisy and Gatsby Back together

When I moved in next to Jay Gatsby I was not quite sure what to feel. All I knew is that he was throwing these amazing extravagant parties but what was the reason. When I got to know Jay a little better I came to realize whether he would like to admit it or not he threw these parties so he would one night run into the love of his life, Daisy. I don’t know if I mentioned but Daisy is my cousin and she is married to a man named Tom. I have grown aware of how bad the marriage between Daisy and Tom is. When Jay found out that I was related to Daisy, you could tell he became a little bit more interested. After Gatsby talked to Jordan Baker, a close friend of Daisy’s, he had convinced her that she must ask Nick to invite Daisy to visit. Did he want me to do this so while my beloved cousin Daisy is here visiting Gatsby will just happen to drop by. I at this point was becoming close with Jay and wanted to do him a favor. I helped Daisy because he knew that her marriage wasn’t what she wanted. I helped her because I know something good would come out of it.