Dear diary, (Entry 4)

                
It’s been about two weeks, and I haven’t collected much information about Gatsby. I have been attending every party and I was lucky if I even caught a glimpse of him. I’m getting really nervous because rumors are stirring that he won’t be throwing parties anymore. Some say it’s because of this mystery woman, called Maisy or Daisy whatever. But I’m pretty sure it’s a lie because all the women who attend his parties are vain and hopeless. I guess I’ll never end up with my prince charming because I was so sure that Gatsby could be the one. I just hope I wasn’t the reason for his disappearance. Maybe I came off as too creepy or overpowering… oh well, now I can find someone from East Egg. 

Dear Diary, (entry 3)

Today is Sunday afternoon, and I just woke up. Last night’s party was so crazy! I never ate so much and had so much to drink! Everyone had a great time, but I noticed how shallow the people were. They were actually fighting with their spouses about when to leave the party. They also treated Gatsby’s property with no respect. Gatsby deserves better than those vain partygoers he needs someone like me, exciting and extremely caring. I spent most of my time that night searching for him because he would show up for a moment than disappear into the jumble of party guests. I noticed that Gatsby's tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face and his hair looked like as if it were trimmed every day. Of course I was sporting my shimmering glitter dress so that I could be spotted easily and I had to look ravishing if I happened to talk to Gatsby that night. 

Dear Diary, (entry 2)

After a week of researching, I now know where he lives. It was not easy finding out, but it was worth it. He supposedly throws a big party every weekend where everyone attends to meet people and have a good time. Since today is Friday, I have less than 24 hours to get ready for the big party. I’m so nervous to see him tomorrow!

Dear Diary,  (Entry 1)                                                                                                                                         

Today was a very eventful day because I came across a fine-looking, dapper gentleman named Jay Gatsby.  The day started when I went to a café for lunch in New York. The café had cream colored drapes and every table was decorated with lit lavender candles. As I was drinking tea with crumpets, I locked eyes with a man coming through the revolving doors. To be honest, his good looks almost made me choke on my hot tea. As we exchanged eye contact, he shot a friendly smile at me, but I looked away because I couldn’t handle his charm! All throughout the lunch, I couldn’t help but to sneak quick glances at him as he was sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. He had this mysterious charm that attracted me to him. After I finished my lunch, I asked the bartender what his name was and if she knew anything about him. Luckily, she knew his name, Gatsby, and quite a bit about him. She said “he is quite the sensation in West Egg Village, and apparently was a German Spy and had even killed a man.” I was not expecting to hear that he killed a man, but I don’t care, love overpowers everything. And plus, I like men who have fascinating pasts because it keeps the relationship alive. Although I didn’t get a chance to meet him, I’ll make sure that it happens because nothing stops me from getting what I want.