What I was Feeling when Wilson Shot Me

I was laying in my pool, enjoying the warm sun on my face. I hadn't been in my pool all summer, as I had told Nick, and it felt really good. Suddenly, as I was relaxing, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw George Wilson, looking angrier than I have ever seen him or anyone. I caught a quick glimpse of his eyes before he shot me. They were bloodshot and red. He looked as if he had been drinking and crying for days. I heard a loud boom and felt the bullet hit my back.  My mind began to run wild. The only thing that I thought about in the final seconds of my life was Daisy. A summary of our lives together and our relationship hit me at once. I saw the green light from her dock. I saw Daisy and I in Louisville, I saw Daisy laying in the pile of my shirts. These memories allowed me to die a happy man. A few days later was my funeral. The only people who showed up were my father and Nick. Even Owl Eyes was there, but not Daisy. Ironic right? I had spent my whole life trying to impress Daisy. I had even committed crimes to become wealthy for her. The worse of them all is that I had even died for her. I took the blame for Daisy killing Myrtle, but she didn't even have the decency to show up to my funeral.

What I was Feeling when Daisy came to Tea

I saw Daisy at Nick's house for the first time since I had five years previously in 1917. When Daisy showed up for tea, I suddenly felt a rush of nerves. I began to sweat profusely, so I stepped outside. It was raining very hard, but I didn't care. I took a lap around Nick's house, while getting drenched from the rain. As I was walking, I was picturing the time that I first met Daisy five years ago. At the time, I was a young military officer in Louisville, preparing to fight in World War I. I immediately fell in love with Daisy's beauty, grace, and charm. I lied to Daisy and told her that I was a rich graduate from Oxford to convince her that I was good enough for her. This lie was enough to convince Daisy to wait for me. She promised that she would be there when I returned from war. As I knocked on Nick's door, I replayed in my head, over and over again, Daisy saying goodbye to me. Nick answered the door and I walked in. Daisy and I locked eyes, resulting in a period of silence. As we sipped our tea, not much words were said. I even got so nervous that I knocked over Nick's clock. Nick stepped outside, leaving Daisy and I alone. A spark suddenly occurred between us, and it felt like 5 years ago when we were happier than ever. Daisy and I began laughing and making jokes and filling each other in on the last few years. We shared a moment that I could  and would relive at any moment of my life.

What I was feeling when Blair gave us this assignment

Anger

What I was Thinking When Daisy Hit Myrtle

It had been such a crazy day. It started off with lunch at the Buchanan's. Things got a little heated and you could feel the tension in the air. Daisy got upset and suggested that we all go into town. Tom insisted on driving my car, even though I told him it was almost out of gas. I took Daisy in his car, and he took Nick and Jordan. Tom stopped to get gas on the way to town at Wilson's Garage, and Daisy and I sped right by them. When we got there, we booked a room to cool off on the hottest day of the year. This was when Tom and I began to bicker about Daisy. The bickering turned into yelling, and the yelling turned into punching. I told Tom that Daisy never loved him, and that she only ever loved me. On the way back, Daisy was driving my car, while Tom drove the others in his. When we got to the Valley of Ashes and approached Wilson's Garage, there was a woman in the road waving her arms in the air. Daisy was still upset about the fight that Tom and I had, so she didn't see the woman standing there. The next thing I knew, my windshield was cracked and Myrtle Wilson was laying on the road, dead on impact. Daisy was freaking out so I told her to just drive away before anyone saw that it was us. The first thought that came to my mind was that if anyone had seen that it was my car, I would take the blame. There was no way that I would let the love of my life get accused for killing Myrtle Wilson. When we got home, I waited outside all night to make sure that Daisy was okay.

What I Was Thinking When I Left for War

Daisy and I were in love. A deep, deep, unbreakable love. Ever since I looked into her beautiful eyes, I knew that she was the one for me. She was perfect. We had spent a few days together, laughing and having the best times of our lives. My life was so perfect and I felt like I was in a dream, until the day that I found out that I would be sent off to boot camp. When it came time for me to leave, I was thinking that it would all be okay when I got back, and everything would be the same. Daisy promised me that she would wait for me, and I believed her. Daisy was the girl of my dreams. I told her that I would just be gone for a few months, but something happened that caused me to stay longer. I was not worried though because Daisy had made a promise to me and I refused to believe that she would break that promise. Daisy always used to say, "Rich girls don't marry poor boys, Jay Gatsby," but I didn't believe her. So I said a hard and painful goodbye to Daisy, and that was the last time I saw her for a long time. When I got back from war, I found out that Daisy had married an incredibly wealthy man named Tom Buchanan. This absolutely crushed me. I felt like my heart had been ripped apart and torn to pieces. I was so lonely and depressed for quite some time after I got back. I soon realized though, that if I became rich, I could win Daisy over. So that's exactly what I did.

Why I Throw Huge Parties

I throw huge parties every Saturday night since I moved to West Egg. I do this for one reason and one reason only; to impress Daisy. The first few parties were a huge success. It was everything that I had imagined. The place was full of celebrities. Everybody was having the best time, except for me, because Daisy hadn't showed up to any of my parties. Finally, one Saturday night, I laid eyes on the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my entire life, my beloved Daisy. She had finally came to one of my parties. Everything was perfect, except that she was with her husband, Tom Buchanan. Now, the only thing in the way of Daisy and me was Tom. This was an easy solution I thought to myself, I'm Jay Gatsby and I can do anything. I took Daisy by the hand and ran off with her, leaving Tom in the dust. The next thing to do was get into Tom's head. I introduced him to people as the polo player. This really annoyed him. After that, I spoke to Tom privately and told him that Daisy never loved him. He denied me and I told him again, and again, and again until his face turned blood red with anger. Tom screamed at me and threw a punch towards my face. Daisy had been listening around the corner and saw the whole thing happen. After Tom punched me, Daisy ran off outside and I ran after her. I found Daisy outside, lit up perfectly in the moonlight. I approached Daisy and kissed her like I had never kissed anyone before.

Why I Moved to West Egg

I moved to West Egg because of Daisy. I moved into a mansion across from hers to be closer to her. From my yard, I have a beautiful view of Daisy's mansion. My favorite thing to look at is the green light on her dock. Green is Daisy's favorite color, so green is my favorite color too. I have loved Daisy since I first laid eyes on her. Daisy is perfection in my eyes. At a point in my life, I had no money, and there was no way that I could impress Daisy and make her fall in love with a poor boy. Luckily, I knew somebody who could make me rich. Meyer Wolfsheim was the go-to guy. I made my fortune illegally, but I didn't care. All I cared about was impressing Daisy. So I bought a huge mansion on the water of West Egg, across from Daisy's mansion on the water of East Egg. A couple days ago, I gained a new neighbor. His name was Nick Carraway. We got to talking, and I found out that Daisy was his cousin. I took this information to my advantage and begged my new neighbor Nick to set up a tea date with Daisy. I was afraid that if Daisy knew I would be there, she would not come, so I told Nick to tell her it would just be the two of them. When Daisy showed up, I got way too nervous and hid in Nick's house. I was thinking about the time that Daisy and I were first together. We had a fling years and years ago, but I had never forgotten it. Daisy promised me that she would wait for me while I was at war, but she didn't. Instead, she married Tom Buchanan. Anyways, that was the last time that I had seen Daisy, the most beautiful person in the entire world, and now she was here, in West Egg. Daisy and I were awkward at first, but we soon warmed up to each other. I took Daisy over to my mansion. She absolutely loved it. Her favorite part of the tour was when I showed her my fancy shirts. She absolutely adored them, just as I absolutely adored her.