The Greater Gatsby

Unwanted Riddance

Hey Guys! This a new book I've decided to write. If it isn't clear, it's a spin off on my all time favorite American classic, "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Any information on here that I didn't make up comes directly from that book and if you haven't already, I strongly advise that you read it! For starters, this book will make thirty times more sense AND it's just an amazing book. However, you don't have to read it to understand this one. Anyways, this is just an idea of mine so please leave feedback! Nothing about grammer though. Alrighty, hope you enjoy, lovebugs! <3

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It was around the time I had turned 18 that my mother told me about my father. However, it hadn't even been out of her own "good" will, if she had any good left in her empty soul. Around noon time, the day before my birthday, I'd received an odd looking letter in the mail. It was a yellowed envelope that, for some strange reason, looked as if it had been sitting in the mailbox for years. My thumb ran over the area where a return address was supposed to be written and swept over two perfectly written letters, an initial. It read "N.C." along with my name written in the middle and nothing more. I turned the envelope to see more words scrawled across the back, once again in that perfect handwriting. "Only to be seen by the eyes of the beholder. Open Immediately." As if by nature, my hands moved to open the letter without command. However, they came to an abrupt stop when a sudden chill came from behind.

"Good Day, Mr. Buchanan. Looks like it'll rain today, huh?" I heard the sound of clacking heels against the pavement in front of my mother's home. Although I had my back to her, I already knew who it was. Without turning, I lackadaisically responded in my monotone voice, "Why yes, I guess it seems." I looked up for a second, pretending to scan the skies in search for dark clouds threatening to open up over us. Instantaneously, a bright yellow skirt appeared beside me as I brought my head back down. "And how are you today, Mr. Bu-" I rudely interrupted her, growing very bored of a conversation that had not yet started. "It's James, Anna-Marie, James. Mr. Buchanan is my father. I'm doing well, thank you for asking, now if you don't mind, I have things to do." The expression on her face turned from coy and friendly to mischievous and angry. "Oh, keep making excuses for not wanting to interact with other human beings, James. We all know you hide away in the dark halls of your mommy's home while life passes by. Live a little for once. You act older than your own mother, who's a blast if you ask me." Anna-Marie Olivia Jenkins, the "innocent and sweet" daughter of Arthur and Teresa Jenkins, let the skirt of her bright sleeveless yellow dress flow around her while her loose black curls threatened to fall from her perfectly done do. Her crystalized iris' dug a whole in mine as she bitterly spoke. I softly laughed at her anger and started toward my house, stopping only once to say, "Wouldn't you know." Anxious to open the letter I hastily walked up the never ending driveway but was once again disturbed when the faint sound of clacking heels followed behind me. I spoke as I turned to face her. "Listen Anna-Marie, no hard feelings, but I have no interest in anything else you have to say about my boring life slowly disintegrating in front of my very eyes. It's become a repetetive speech." Her face read anger but her eyes screamed determination. She stocked on forward until her face was inches from mine. "What do you say I come inside, you show me what's so interesting about those dull walls of yours and I'll show you how to have some fun with them?" She slowly ran a finger down my vest and leaned in a tad bit closer to the point where I could feel her breath against my lips. She carried a strong scent of pink petals and green tea. A small black curl softly fell to her face as she spoke and her fierce blue eyes grabbed at mine. I could no longer resist and pulled her closer with one hand, still holding tightly onto the envelope. Letting my lips caress hers, she pressed herself against me. I teasingly moved my hand lower past her back and nipped at her neck right under ear earning a soft moan. Her body pleeded for more and her back arched slightly. I kept on kissing her neck and slowly made my way to her ear, whispering, "The next time you try and seduce me, I would try not to attack me with childish words, love." and with that I completely released my grip and moved away. "Have a great day Ms. Jenkins." I flashed her a teasing smile and walked off, leaving her rather speechless.