Gatsby Alternate Ending

Emily bolted upright in her bed, sweat pouring off her and drenching the sheets she was laying on. Her thick, red hair was soaking, and she could barely get her fingers through it, and so dreaded a comb. The dream she had been having was quickly slipping away from her, and even now she could not remember it very well. There had been a group of people, fighting against some darkness that eluded her memory. She knew it wasn’t anything good –darkness rarely was – but she didn’t know if it was a person, or an event, or even a group. She sat, thinking and trying to remember, until the door was pushed open, and a small, black cat trotted into the room, jumped up on the bed, and stared at Emily, poddling her blanket with a purr.

“Simba, do you have
Simba trotted over to the door and pushed open the cat flap, looking up at one of Emily’s school friends.

“Hello little guy, how are you?” the boy asked, grinning.
“Meow” Simba replied, which elected an enlightened nod from him.
“Hmm, Meow, meow meow. Meow meow” The boy replied. Simba then clawed at his leg and left though the flap, leaving him to curse in pain. Simba then found Emily in the kitchen, and jumped up on the side, only to be knocked down by her again.
“It is your friend Michel. He insulted my lineage, so I clawed his leg” Simba told Emily, proud and pomp.
“He didn’t do that at all” Emily sighed, finishing her ready-meal. “He probably just strung ‘Meow’ together a few times for the fun of it” She told Simba, going to find a decent dressing gown, and then headed to the door, where Michel had resumed knocking.

“Ahh, finally” He said when the door was opened. His clothes and hair where rather average, not scruffy, but not immaculate either. However, despite that Emily liked him, he was
“Well, unless the teacher I spoke to was just crazy, it’s Monday” Michel replied, causing a look of confusion and panic on Emily’s face.
“What?! But, but, it can’t be Monday!” Emily exclaimed, running off to her bedroom to get into her school uniform.
“Your perception of time will be the death of you ” Michel intoned, walking into the house and looking at Simba warily, before Emily burst out from the bedroom again, tie hanging around her neck, yet untied, and shirt only half buttoned.
“See you later Simba!” Emily cried, grabbing her bag off the hook and finishing with her shirt before wrenching the door open, snatching Michel’s hand, and darting off towards the