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I thought he might just be busy, or maybe he is on the way, so I settled before an empty table. I began to read The Great Gatsby over the dark corner of the library where the faraway sun is shedding me the tiniest bit of light. Minutes died until that little light grew dim, and my clock displayed a six o'clock. Beyond the library walls, the hands of the night are stretching for the dark that is set to dominate the city. It dawned on me that Vernon’s appearance is nowhere nearing. Disappointment crept upon me. I gathered my things and with restrained rage, I hastily left the establishment. With my every step way home, the anger harboring my chest aggravated.

But I really wasn't ready to go inside and face my fears. “I'll be right back.” “Take your time.” Zeke says, pulling out a thin, paperback book from his pocket. I notice the title and smile when I see that he is reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. “I have my book to keep me occupied.” “It's a pretty good book.” I tell him with a smile. “It must be. This is my fourth time reading it.” He tells me with a grin and I chuckle. He and I are so much alike. I reread my favorite books too; I've read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte six times.

she said smiling "alright guys I hope everyone read the first four chapters of The Great Gatsby because the worksheets I'm passing out is one of the last assignments you have before your report card is handed out, so I suggest doing the assignment" Ms. Simmons said "Kyla put that book away, If I see any books or phones you will be sent to the principals office; you should've did the assignment" Kyla rolled her eyes and then put the book back in her bag how hard was it to read four chapters I thought to myself as I started on the worksheet

Who would have guessed he reads. My curiosity gets the better of me and matches it. The first book I spot one hundred years of solitude. I haven't read it so I decide to move to the next, The Great Gatsby. Am familiar with it so I pick it off the shelf and sit on his bed. The book is dusty like it hasn't been read in a while. Am so absorbed in it until someone snatches it away from me. "Get out!" I look up. Quinn is staring at me super mad.

She hadn't seen Ryan since he'd left for California, though they'd exchanged occasional emails. She opened the package carefully. Inside was a first edition copy of "The Great Gatsby"—the book they'd discussed in that sophomore English class where Ryan had first fallen in love with her, where they'd debated themes of love and loss and the American Dream. The note tucked inside was brief: T, Congratulations on your wedding. I mean that genuinely; you deserve all the happiness in the world, and I'm glad you found it with Nikolai. This book has always reminded me of you — the way Gatsby believed in the green light, in the possibility of recapturing what was lost. You and Nikolai did that. You b

Since she had woken me up from sleep and I couldn't go back to bed, I decided to read my favorite novel of all time – The Great Gatsby. I closed the book as soon as I heard loud sounds coming from Justin's apartment. "Is that? Oh my God, that is Grace moaning." I said with the realization. How shameless can they both be? I had a feeling she was deliberately doing that to spike me up and it was working. I tried to concentrate and go back to the book I was reading but her moans were just getting louder – I needed to get out of here. I picked up my phone and dialed Stella's number. It was the only thing my head could come up with at that time.

She bangs the stack of books once, and the noise stops. She continues, "Some of you clearly waited until the night before. Some of you clearly let AI write your thesis statements." Her eyes sweep the room. "And some of you actually tried. You know who you are." She picks up the top paper and reads from it. "'In The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald uses the green light to symbolize not just Gatsby's hope, but the impossibility of ever truly reclaiming the past.'" She looks up. "That's how you open an essay. Clear. Confident. Original."

I replied. Carl grinned. “And I'm Carl” We all shifted into a small circle by turning the chairs to form a loose square around my desk. “Alright,” Carl started, tapping his pen on the table. “Let’s go with something easy. I don’t want us dying overnight over this thing.” Amber leaned in with a flick of her hair. “We could do The Great Gatsby. I already know half of it,” she said, smiling at Carl so brightly. I looked between them. The Great Gatsby, that was a good one. It was famous, interesting, and deep enough to analyze. “That could work,” I said. “We can focus on Gatsby himself and his illusion of love.”

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