The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

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CHAPTER ONE

“SHE HAD A DIFFICULT TIME OWNING UP TO HER CRAZY MIND.” My mother spoke softly, believing it was the first time I'd heard those words from her. We stood, with sharp eyes and sharp souls. In front of us lay a meadow, full of little discarded secrets left in the stones, and my grandmother's grave. “Don't you wish she would have given us another year?” my mother asked. “No, her time was destined before she even knew her name.” I flicked the watch, letting her know it was time to leave. After all, I mustn't be late for my work. I've been hired as a maid, or as for me, I was just a new family member. However, let me quickly avoid that, as this novel wasn't written with me in mind, it's about that very fascinating family mentioned. The Wardens, a little
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Left alone with James is like a dream. Though the plotting secret is, I will one day wake up to it. The painting stretched, portrayed by a naked man, ringing across the plain wall in the dining room. “I feel like it's missing something exquisite, don't you?” James spoke aloud. “I mean other than your usual splat of paint across, no not imparticular” “Right!” he squeaked loudly across the hall. “Thank you so much, Roze. You always know what's missing.” I grew my chest out in front of me as he stood from the reclined chair and stretched his arms out. I stepped forward so he wouldn't have to move far, and he gave me a tight squeeze. “Your smell is wonderful” He whispered in my ear, leaning down to give me a small kiss on the cheek. Quickly pushing back from one another, the front door busted open like a battleship frontier. I prepped my voice “Hello, Margaret.” “What are you doing in the middle of the room?” I asked. Get to the kitchen, I'm hungry and I urge for the taste of meat.” She barked back. Not surprising to hear from her. She was almost like a wild animal, sometimes I even felt she might spring on me. I left the room, frowned face and carried myself to the