The Great Gatsby: A Short Story

I put on my jacket as I headed out the door. I was heading to someone named Gatsby’s party that evening, and was meeting a friend there. I had heard that this man hosted the most frivolous, extravagant parties in all of New York. I sat down in my black Rolls-Royce and told my driver to take me to the estate of Mr. Gatsby. I sat quietly looking out at the still, peaceful evening that would soon be deafeningly loud and lively. I relished the silent drive, as I have always preferred quiet to noise.

When I arrived at the sprawling estate of Mr. Gatsby, I could not help but drop my jaw. There were so many hundreds of people at this party. It was as if the entire city had come to this man’s house for the evening. However, Gatsby must be fairly difficult to find as I have heard from friends who had attended former parties. “Sometimes they came and …show more content…
“You know, Kenneth, there’s something I want to tell y-” She was cut off by a loud boisterous voice. “Hello everyone.” We all looked to see who was speaking, and saw a man with blonde hair that was swept back to the right. He wore a black tuxedo with a black bowtie. “I hope you all are having a good time tonight, and if any of you are wondering, yes, I am Jay Gatsby.” There was an immediate roar of cheers from the crowd as they had all bore witness to the man who had scarcely been seen by anyone. Atheta and I looked back at each other, and exchanged nods. We got up from our seats and went up to speak to the owner of the gilded fortress. We both approached the man, and I spoke first. “Excuse me, Mister Gatsby. May we have a moment of your time?” I hoped the man would not blow us off. “Why certainly, old sport. Mind if I hear your names?” Gatsby asked. “Well I’m Mister Kenneth Jameson, and this here is-” “I’m Miss Atheta Corneum. Glad to make your acquaintance Mister Gatsby.” Atheta gave Gatsby a polite