Personal Narrative: The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald

If I could relive any moment of my life I would easily choose that night at Gatsby’s party. It truly was an unforgettable experience and was like no other party I have ever attended! Words can’t even describe how breathtaking and extravagant his mansion was. I had heard all these wild stories from different people of a party that took place at West Egg but I had never really payed close attention of who the host was. It had almost felt as if everyone who lived in Long Island had gone to these well known parties. However, it was last night that I had gone to this so famous party myself. It was the end of the week and I was getting ready to go out with my friends. I had applied my favorite red lipstick and I wore my black shimmery dress that went up to my knees and of course I
As soon as his named was mentioned a strange man had came into our conversation and told us a wild rumor of him killing a man once. This lady, who seemed awfully wealthy, had told us that he was a very kind man and had actually bought a friend of hers a new dress after he found out she had tore hers at his party. All this information had made me wonder even more about this Gatsby they spoke of. Although I am single and young I had no intentions of actually meeting a guy, but for some reason I was drawn to meet Gatsby. Once I had joined my friends by dancing with them the next thing I knew it was exceedingly drunk. I felt sick after a while and stepped away to be alone. I had sat down and took out my cigarette. I was admiring the stars and the moon in the sky and a man had came by and had sat right next to me. He had asked me if I was not enjoying the party. I had responded with saying how it was the most extravagant party I have attended and then asked him if he knew the host personally. He replied with “Yes, that would be me?” My eyes opened wide I was shocked that this young attractive man was filthy rich and had thrown these