Daisy lives a single life now with Pammy in the country. The wealth and extravagance of New York had always been weighing her down like an anchor that cannot be left behind. It took until Gatsby's miserable and lonely death until she finally realized how askew her perceptions of life had been for years. She got up the self respect to leave her corrupted husband that was only bringing out the worst in her and to save her and her daughter from becoming the same way. She realized that a "beautiful little fool" is not the best thing for a girl to be. She has been happier and has learned to love herself for who she is now, but never forgets to love her past so to deepen her love for the present.
As for myself, I have been frequently visiting those two ladies and teaching them how to get dirt on their faces without crying, how to bait a hook, and how to have fun without shopping malls. Who I was before I left for Long Island saved Daisy. She was one of the biggest fools in the entire city but she is my cousin so I was obligated to get her out of hell. I could not convince her to leave Tom at first, but as he began to become aggressive in both his words and actions, it was obvious even for a woman as blind as Daisy that situation was not safe. Even now, she struggles at times without a lover, but I find ways to distract her. She is slowly coming around and I am proud of her.
Love is not always perfect. It is not always what is pictured in the beginning, and most importantly, it is never easy. Daisy learned to find love despite her horrible past, and it was not through money or men. Daisy found love by leaving what made her unhappy and by spending her time with her family who genuinely wants what is the best for her.
I'm assuming you wrote this as Nick. I think this is cool because it really depicts love as it should be depicted. Love isn't finding someone to make you happy temporarily, as Daisy discovered. Love is not a feeling, it's an act. And you showed that through the way that Nick did his best to get Daisy back on her feet, not because he got anything out if it, but because but because he loved Daisy. I really liked this! :)
This is really unique because it is written from Nick's perspective. Nick really didn't love anyone through the novel, but he cared for other characters which showed his love in a different way. I liked how you made Daisy and Pammy leave Tom and that Nick watches over them. I think this really speaks to the character of Nick for taking care of his cousin and her daughter and helping them get along.
Grace, I like how your ending doesn't change anything that happened in the book. It also shows how Nick was able to eventually forgive Daisy for her carelessness. Daisy was also able to get out of her relationship with Tom. Her new, simplistic lifestyle reflects her need to return to a morality based life. I also like how you commented that love is not always perfect.
I like how your epilogue has Daisy eventually find out that love for a person isn't measured by the amount of dollar bills in their pocket. She seems to genuinely love Nick and Pammy, and she also seems to have settled down. Before, she was wild and just followed the money. Now, she has settled down and is making the most of herself as a single mother. Anyway, that is a very good ending that I believe wraps up all of the plot threads that Fitzgerald kind of left open.
"She never loved you," Gatsby blurts out. A hush falls over the room as a pained expression crosses Tom's face. He looks around before turning quickly and running out of the room. Daisy remains unmoved, staring after him. Tom runs out of the hotel into his waiting car. He drives quickly down the city streets, running from this problem that has been chasing him for years. He speeds out of the city and through the Valley of Ashes. He sees Myrtle's silhouette against Wilson's shop, waiting for him to come take her away in hopes of a new life together. Tom finally arrives at his home in East Egg, parking the car and running inside. He looks around at his home; the home he built for himself and Daisy, now in shambles. "Mr. Buchanan," he hears from behind him. He turns and sees a servant standing in the doorway, being lead by Pammy. The little girl walks to him as he stoops to her level. Tom pulls her in for an embrace, tears falling from his eyes. His heart aches, but he knows what he has to do. Tom waits by the door, finally seeing Daisy pull up in the car. She gets out and runs into the house. She stops suddenly when she sees Tom waiting for her. He greets her with a kind, but sad smile as he takes her hands in his. "I loved you at some point," Daisy says quietly with her head down. Tom lifts her chin so she faces up at him. "I loved you too," he says quietly. "But I haven't felt that for a long time." Daisy begins to cry, tears streaking down her face. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she says. "We fell out of love," Tom explains. "We were in love years ago, but we haven't loved each other for years." Tom pauses before going on, "I have my things packed. I'm going to go away for a while, I'll be back someday." Tom pulls Daisy into an embrace, holding her gently. "Goodbye, my dear," he whispers to her. Tom let's go of Daisy and walks out into the night, finally able to have what he wants after all those years of secrets, lies, and the looming shadow of inevitable heartbreak.
Daisy sits in the back of the vehicle, riding towards East Egg. Pammy sits on her lap, playing absentmindedly with the hem of her dress. They pull into the rocky driveway, seeing Nick smiling and waving from the front porch. The large shadow of Gatsby's mansion falls over the vehicle. Nick comes down from the porch and opens the car door, helping Daisy out into the hot, summer air. Gatsby stands awkwardly in the frame of the front door, shifting from one foot to the other until finally coming off the porch to walk toward the car. Gatsby dabs at the perspiration on his forehead, created either by the hot summer sun beating down on him or his nervousness at the situation before him. Daisy greets him kindly, embracing him and quickly pecking on the cheek. Gatsby sees the little girl behind her then as Daisy moved aside. Pammy stares up at him with intense curiosity. Gatsby stoops down to look at her. Golden ringlets fall to her shoulders, illuminated by the bright sun. "Welcome home, beautiful," Gatsby says, reaching his hand out for the small girl. She takes a moment before breaking into a smile and laying her tiny hand in his. Gatsby smiles at her and rises. Nick looks at Gatsby encouragingly as he watches from afar. The man turns around, starting towards the house as Daisy joins him, pulling him close to her. They climb up the porch stairs slowly before entering the house. Gatsby turns around, looking out at Nick. "Thank you for everything, old sport," Gastby says, giving Nick a nod of appreciation. Nick returns the nod, watching as Gatsby closes the door behind him.
I loved this. Tom and Daisy did not end in a violent or angry way, but they finally realized that their relationship would not work. Even though they were not able to have a happy marriage, they still left each other with self respect and respect for the other as well. I had hope for Daisy through the entire book and I do not like that she went back with Gatsby. I do in a way I suppose but I want her to get rid of that lifestyle of hers altogether because it is too close to her and Tom's. Great job though.
Abbey, this is awesome. It was pretty clear that Tom and Daisy were not the best match. But Fitzgerald created the character of Pammy to suggest that the two could not merely leave each other. With Gatsby, however, Pammy is able to have an adequate father, which shows the love that the three of them have for Pammy. Tom and Daisy's breakup is respectful and shows true love, for at last, they are seeking the wellbeing of the other person.
Abbey, I really like this ending. Daisy finally realized she was in a bad relationship, and she ended it maturely. I also like how Tom realized that he no longer loves Daisy like he once did. Sometimes love fades, and that's okay. The key thing is to realize it has and move on.
Abbey, that was a really great ending. Tom was an absolute jerk, and I don't believe they really were meant to be together. I like how both Tom and Daisy handled their separation professionally. There was no violence or bloodshed. And having the finishing touches with Gatsby welcoming the family in was just perfect. This probably is how the book should have ended. Gatsby dying just made me depressed.
I wasn't there when it happened, but I've heard the story many times over. Gatsby repeats that story to himself every day of his life. Maybe that's just his way of coping with it. The details are a bit cloudy, but I'll tell you the story the best I can.
Gatsby was so broken that night. He believed he had lost Daisy forever, and quite frankly, I don't blame him after considering the events that transpired. He laid in his pool, a meager air mattress keeping him afloat. I could see him out of my back window, but I decided it best to leave him there with his thoughts. And so I did. And as Gatsby laid there, he was completely unaware of the fact that there was not one, but two individuals lurking in the shadows surrounding his home. The first was George Wilson. He had just returned from a visit with Tom, and fresh rage was teeming within him. For he had just learned the truth - or so he thought he had. The car that had taken the life of his lover was not simply some mysterious vehicle who had come and went. It was Gatsby's car. And the only safe assumption was that he had been the one driving it at the time. That wasn't the truth, of course, but Wilson didn't know that. And so, he approached the pool, shotgun in hand, pure vengeance on his mind. His vacant eyes were transfixed upon the still figure of Gatsby, and his teeth were clenched tightly like a clam. And as he raised his arm, a terrifying screech became audible from beyond the shadows, revealing the second figure. "NO! Stop! Oh, God, stop! It wasn't him! He didn't kill Myrtle! It was me! Don't kill him George. It was me!" But further explanation was not to be had, for the instant these toxic words slipped from Daisy's lips, the hatred welling up within the man behind the trigger caused her to fall rigid, her expression contorting into one of pure terror as she clutched her chest. "NO!" Gatsby had stumbled upon the scene as soon as the blood-curdling pop pierced through the air. He held her in his arms. He held her with such tenderness, the tears of regret spilling over his eyelids as Daisy looked up at him, choking on her words. "It was...always you. I chased happiness, never...realizing that it was the...one thing I...let go of in the process. I love you. I wanted to...make it up to you. I just wanted to...let you know...it was...real."
Mary, I think this was a good ending because it answers the question of whether or not Daisy really loved Gatsby. However, in your ending Daisy gives the ultimate sacrifice of her life so that Gatsby can live. This shows that Daisy truly loved Gatsby. I think that this ending would really solidify Daisy's character.
Woah! That was wild. I also loved that the question of whether or not Daisy loved Gatsby was answered, and I really love that Daisy had some sense in her to save him. That act shows that she loved him and it also shows that Daisy is not as much of an idiot as we thought. I always had hope for Daisy. Good job!
I'm not gonna lie, if that was the real ending, I definitely would've cried, Mary. It would be tragic because she finally comes to her senses enough to sacrifice everything she knows for Gatsby, but in the end he will never get her. I sort of believe Gatsby would have been satisfied dying for Daisy because of how much he desired her.
"This really has been an excellent night," I said as we moved from the dining room to the living room. "Thank you so much for having me, Daisy." My cousin laughed lightly. "You're always welcome here, Nick. When we heard you were moving to the area to sell bonds we were absolutely delighted." She smiled mischievously. "You can't avoid us now." Gatsby laughed and settled onto the couch. "That's right, old sport. You'll have to see us nearly every day now." "I wasn't avoiding you," I said quickly, but Daisy interrupted. "I don't think we've seen you once since we were married," she said thoughtfully. "Why did you never visit us, Nick?" "Well we moved away rather quickly," Gatsby said with a laugh. "You remember the reason." Daisy smiled and scooped Esmerelda into her lap as she toddled over from the kitchen. "Do tell us the story, we love it so much." "Yeah, tell us Daddy," Esmerelda said. Gatsby smiled adoringly at the young girl. "Well, I suppose the whole thing started when I met your mother at a party. It was at her house, and I was there with a bunch of other officers from Camp Taylor. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen." His gaze turned to Daisy with such love that I had to look away. It was as if he were a bling man, and she a rose, seen for the first time. "However, it seemed as though I would not be able to love her. She came from a family of wealth and prestige, and I was a penniless nobody from the Midwest. I adored her, but she could never marry me."He paused for a moment, remembering times gone by. "But she loved me anyways. She swore she loved me for who I was, not for what society demanded that I be. So we ran away together, and we've been happy ever since." Daisy smiled at his statement and hugged Esmerelda tighter. "Oh, you tell the story so well," she laughed. "I don't understand," I said. "If you left your families, how did you get enough money to live in West Egg in this beautiful house?" "The same way you hope to," Gatsby said proudly. "Bonds are a great business, old sport."
I really love how Daisy and Gatsby end up with a child together. I feel as if her child with Tom was a chain to her marriage, but Gatsby would have had a child with her out of love and desire to. If only that was how their love story ended..
20, 30, 40 miles an hour on their way to their new future. Gatsby, Daisy, and Pammy sped away from the ruins of their past in New York. But before they reached the open road, Daisy had some business to take care of. After she had hit Myrtle, Tom was ready to dedicate himself to her, but when he revealed the woman Daisy had hit was his mistress, Daisy decided she had more important people to talk to. She walked not so confidently across the valley of ashes to George Wilson's garage, and told him of his wife's double life. When she left, George took his gun and headed towards Tom Buchanan's place. Daisy approached Gatsby's mansion with Pammy in hand prepared to leave her extravagant world behind. That's when they hit the road. They drove or days until they reached North Dakota. The Great Gatsby turned in to the Mediocre Gatz. As for me, well I finally got to attend one of Daisy's weddings. But if you ask me, I think Gatsby is even greater now.
My section takes place in chapter VII. I included a few lines of the story so that you can tell where in the book this is happening.
“I’ve got something to tell YOU, old sport——” began Gatsby. But Daisy guessed at his intention.
“Please don’t!” she interrupted helplessly. “Please let’s all go home. Why don’t we all go home?”
“That’s a good idea.” I got up. “Come on, Tom. Nobody wants a drink.”
“I want to know what Mr. Gatsby has to tell me.”
“Your wife doesn’t love you,” said Gatsby. “She’s never loved you. She loves me.”
“You must be crazy!” exclaimed Tom automatically.
Gatsby sprang to his feet, vivid with excitement.
“She never loved you, do you hear?” he cried. “She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!”
With that, both Tom and Gatsby drew their M1917 Revolvers and aimed at each other's heads. I was shocked. I didn't think of Gatsby as the type to carry a gun. But he was a war veteran, so I guess it was not outside the realm of possibility. Tom probably was planning to kill Gatsby since the beginning of this trip.
"Just stop!" Cried Daisy, "You want too much."
Gatsby stared coldly at Tom and uttered, "Just say it, Daisy. We all know it's true."
Daisy could only look on, stunned at the scene that was unfolding before her. She pleaded, "Please, just put your guns down. We can talk about this."
"Is it true Daisy? Did you really love him and not me?"
At this point, Daisy was crying. I could hardly blame her. One wrong word, and one of them may lose their head.
"It's true! Okay!? I loved Gatsby once, but now I have a child with you. I can't leave you now!" She turned to Gatsby. "Do you understand?"
Gatsby never took his eyes off of Tom. He uttered at Daisy, "I will accept your child as my own. We can have more children so that she won't be alone."
Daisy was exasperated. At this point, she looked like she was at the point of a mental breakdown. I chimed in, "Murdering one another will not help. Just put the guns down and let's go home. We can figure all of this out later."
Tom said, "I will not leave if that son of a b**** is still alive. The only way he leaves is if he has to step over my cold, dead body."
"I agree," said Gatsby.
"Please leave, Daisy," said Tom, "this could get ugly."
"Even if you shoot me, it won't matter. When I'm gone, she'll never forgive you. Whenever she'll look at you, all she'll see is the face of the man who murdered her lover."
Tom let out a bellow of rage and pulled on the trigger. The bullet whizzed past Gatsby's head and left a hole in the wall behind him. "Nice try old sport. My turn."
As Gatsby started to pull on the trigger, Daisy came flying out of nowhere and tackled him. The bullet whizzed past Tom and implanted itself in the ceiling. Gatsby got up off the ground and looked at Tom with contempt. Gatsby took a step towards Tom but then he realized he was standing in a pool of blood.
Tom ran towards Daisy pushed Gatsby out of the way. He picked Daisy up and looked at her. Her body was going limp. He looked at me and yelled, "Get a doctor!" I went to the closest pay phone and called the nearest hospital. Looking at all the blood on the floor, I knew the doctor wouldn't get here quick enough.
"I just want you to know, I have always loved you. I didn't love Myrtle. You were the only girl I wanted." Daisy nodded slowly. She looked Tom in the eye and asked quietly, "Tom, am I going to die?" "No, you're going to be fine. I'm positive."
Gatsby just stood in the corner, silently observing what he had caused. Tom looked up from Daisy and told him, "Get out before I kill you." That was the last time I saw Gatsby. When I went home later that night, he was gone and his house was empty.
In the meantime though, the doctor arrived and tried his best, but Daisy had lost too much blood. Tom solemnly went back to his house to make preparations for her funeral. After the funeral, I moved back out west, because I had had enough of the lifestyle here in New York. My cousin was dead as a result of it. I just wanted to go back to where it is actually semi-peaceful. This was an opportunity I wish I had never had.
Epilogue
ReplyDeleteDaisy lives a single life now with Pammy in the country. The wealth and extravagance of New York had always been weighing her down like an anchor that cannot be left behind. It took until Gatsby's miserable and lonely death until she finally realized how askew her perceptions of life had been for years. She got up the self respect to leave her corrupted husband that was only bringing out the worst in her and to save her and her daughter from becoming the same way. She realized that a "beautiful little fool" is not the best thing for a girl to be. She has been happier and has learned to love herself for who she is now, but never forgets to love her past so to deepen her love for the present.
As for myself, I have been frequently visiting those two ladies and teaching them how to get dirt on their faces without crying, how to bait a hook, and how to have fun without shopping malls. Who I was before I left for Long Island saved Daisy. She was one of the biggest fools in the entire city but she is my cousin so I was obligated to get her out of hell. I could not convince her to leave Tom at first, but as he began to become aggressive in both his words and actions, it was obvious even for a woman as blind as Daisy that situation was not safe. Even now, she struggles at times without a lover, but I find ways to distract her. She is slowly coming around and I am proud of her.
Love is not always perfect. It is not always what is pictured in the beginning, and most importantly, it is never easy. Daisy learned to find love despite her horrible past, and it was not through money or men. Daisy found love by leaving what made her unhappy and by spending her time with her family who genuinely wants what is the best for her.
I'm assuming you wrote this as Nick. I think this is cool because it really depicts love as it should be depicted. Love isn't finding someone to make you happy temporarily, as Daisy discovered. Love is not a feeling, it's an act. And you showed that through the way that Nick did his best to get Daisy back on her feet, not because he got anything out if it, but because but because he loved Daisy. I really liked this! :)
DeleteThis is really unique because it is written from Nick's perspective. Nick really didn't love anyone through the novel, but he cared for other characters which showed his love in a different way. I liked how you made Daisy and Pammy leave Tom and that Nick watches over them. I think this really speaks to the character of Nick for taking care of his cousin and her daughter and helping them get along.
DeleteGrace, I like how your ending doesn't change anything that happened in the book. It also shows how Nick was able to eventually forgive Daisy for her carelessness. Daisy was also able to get out of her relationship with Tom. Her new, simplistic lifestyle reflects her need to return to a morality based life. I also like how you commented that love is not always perfect.
DeleteI like how your epilogue has Daisy eventually find out that love for a person isn't measured by the amount of dollar bills in their pocket. She seems to genuinely love Nick and Pammy, and she also seems to have settled down. Before, she was wild and just followed the money. Now, she has settled down and is making the most of herself as a single mother. Anyway, that is a very good ending that I believe wraps up all of the plot threads that Fitzgerald kind of left open.
Delete"She never loved you," Gatsby blurts out. A hush falls over the room as a pained expression crosses Tom's face. He looks around before turning quickly and running out of the room. Daisy remains unmoved, staring after him.
ReplyDeleteTom runs out of the hotel into his waiting car. He drives quickly down the city streets, running from this problem that has been chasing him for years. He speeds out of the city and through the Valley of Ashes. He sees Myrtle's silhouette against Wilson's shop, waiting for him to come take her away in hopes of a new life together.
Tom finally arrives at his home in East Egg, parking the car and running inside. He looks around at his home; the home he built for himself and Daisy, now in shambles.
"Mr. Buchanan," he hears from behind him. He turns and sees a servant standing in the doorway, being lead by Pammy. The little girl walks to him as he stoops to her level. Tom pulls her in for an embrace, tears falling from his eyes. His heart aches, but he knows what he has to do.
Tom waits by the door, finally seeing Daisy pull up in the car. She gets out and runs into the house. She stops suddenly when she sees Tom waiting for her. He greets her with a kind, but sad smile as he takes her hands in his.
"I loved you at some point," Daisy says quietly with her head down. Tom lifts her chin so she faces up at him.
"I loved you too," he says quietly. "But I haven't felt that for a long time." Daisy begins to cry, tears streaking down her face.
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she says.
"We fell out of love," Tom explains. "We were in love years ago, but we haven't loved each other for years."
Tom pauses before going on, "I have my things packed. I'm going to go away for a while, I'll be back someday."
Tom pulls Daisy into an embrace, holding her gently. "Goodbye, my dear," he whispers to her. Tom let's go of Daisy and walks out into the night, finally able to have what he wants after all those years of secrets, lies, and the looming shadow of inevitable heartbreak.
Daisy sits in the back of the vehicle, riding towards East Egg. Pammy sits on her lap, playing absentmindedly with the hem of her dress. They pull into the rocky driveway, seeing Nick smiling and waving from the front porch. The large shadow of Gatsby's mansion falls over the vehicle. Nick comes down from the porch and opens the car door, helping Daisy out into the hot, summer air. Gatsby stands awkwardly in the frame of the front door, shifting from one foot to the other until finally coming off the porch to walk toward the car. Gatsby dabs at the perspiration on his forehead, created either by the hot summer sun beating down on him or his nervousness at the situation before him.
Daisy greets him kindly, embracing him and quickly pecking on the cheek. Gatsby sees the little girl behind her then as Daisy moved aside. Pammy stares up at him with intense curiosity. Gatsby stoops down to look at her. Golden ringlets fall to her shoulders, illuminated by the bright sun.
"Welcome home, beautiful," Gatsby says, reaching his hand out for the small girl. She takes a moment before breaking into a smile and laying her tiny hand in his.
Gatsby smiles at her and rises. Nick looks at Gatsby encouragingly as he watches from afar. The man turns around, starting towards the house as Daisy joins him, pulling him close to her.
They climb up the porch stairs slowly before entering the house. Gatsby turns around, looking out at Nick.
"Thank you for everything, old sport," Gastby says, giving Nick a nod of appreciation. Nick returns the nod, watching as Gatsby closes the door behind him.
I loved this. Tom and Daisy did not end in a violent or angry way, but they finally realized that their relationship would not work. Even though they were not able to have a happy marriage, they still left each other with self respect and respect for the other as well. I had hope for Daisy through the entire book and I do not like that she went back with Gatsby. I do in a way I suppose but I want her to get rid of that lifestyle of hers altogether because it is too close to her and Tom's. Great job though.
DeleteAbbey, this is awesome. It was pretty clear that Tom and Daisy were not the best match. But Fitzgerald created the character of Pammy to suggest that the two could not merely leave each other. With Gatsby, however, Pammy is able to have an adequate father, which shows the love that the three of them have for Pammy. Tom and Daisy's breakup is respectful and shows true love, for at last, they are seeking the wellbeing of the other person.
DeleteAbbey, I really like this ending. Daisy finally realized she was in a bad relationship, and she ended it maturely. I also like how Tom realized that he no longer loves Daisy like he once did. Sometimes love fades, and that's okay. The key thing is to realize it has and move on.
DeleteAbbey, that was a really great ending. Tom was an absolute jerk, and I don't believe they really were meant to be together. I like how both Tom and Daisy handled their separation professionally. There was no violence or bloodshed. And having the finishing touches with Gatsby welcoming the family in was just perfect. This probably is how the book should have ended. Gatsby dying just made me depressed.
DeleteI wasn't there when it happened, but I've heard the story many times over. Gatsby repeats that story to himself every day of his life. Maybe that's just his way of coping with it. The details are a bit cloudy, but I'll tell you the story the best I can.
ReplyDeleteGatsby was so broken that night. He believed he had lost Daisy forever, and quite frankly, I don't blame him after considering the events that transpired. He laid in his pool, a meager air mattress keeping him afloat. I could see him out of my back window, but I decided it best to leave him there with his thoughts. And so I did.
And as Gatsby laid there, he was completely unaware of the fact that there was not one, but two individuals lurking in the shadows surrounding his home. The first was George Wilson. He had just returned from a visit with Tom, and fresh rage was teeming within him. For he had just learned the truth - or so he thought he had. The car that had taken the life of his lover was not simply some mysterious vehicle who had come and went. It was Gatsby's car. And the only safe assumption was that he had been the one driving it at the time. That wasn't the truth, of course, but Wilson didn't know that. And so, he approached the pool, shotgun in hand, pure vengeance on his mind. His vacant eyes were transfixed upon the still figure of Gatsby, and his teeth were clenched tightly like a clam. And as he raised his arm, a terrifying screech became audible from beyond the shadows, revealing the second figure.
"NO! Stop! Oh, God, stop! It wasn't him! He didn't kill Myrtle! It was me! Don't kill him George. It was me!"
But further explanation was not to be had, for the instant these toxic words slipped from Daisy's lips, the hatred welling up within the man behind the trigger caused her to fall rigid, her expression contorting into one of pure terror as she clutched her chest.
"NO!" Gatsby had stumbled upon the scene as soon as the blood-curdling pop pierced through the air. He held her in his arms. He held her with such tenderness, the tears of regret spilling over his eyelids as Daisy looked up at him, choking on her words.
"It was...always you. I chased happiness, never...realizing that it was the...one thing I...let go of in the process. I love you. I wanted to...make it up to you. I just wanted to...let you know...it was...real."
Mary, I think this was a good ending because it answers the question of whether or not Daisy really loved Gatsby. However, in your ending Daisy gives the ultimate sacrifice of her life so that Gatsby can live. This shows that Daisy truly loved Gatsby. I think that this ending would really solidify Daisy's character.
DeleteWoah! That was wild. I also loved that the question of whether or not Daisy loved Gatsby was answered, and I really love that Daisy had some sense in her to save him. That act shows that she loved him and it also shows that Daisy is not as much of an idiot as we thought. I always had hope for Daisy. Good job!
DeleteI'm not gonna lie, if that was the real ending, I definitely would've cried, Mary. It would be tragic because she finally comes to her senses enough to sacrifice everything she knows for Gatsby, but in the end he will never get her. I sort of believe Gatsby would have been satisfied dying for Daisy because of how much he desired her.
Delete"This really has been an excellent night," I said as we moved from the dining room to the living room. "Thank you so much for having me, Daisy."
ReplyDeleteMy cousin laughed lightly. "You're always welcome here, Nick. When we heard you were moving to the area to sell bonds we were absolutely delighted." She smiled mischievously. "You can't avoid us now."
Gatsby laughed and settled onto the couch. "That's right, old sport. You'll have to see us nearly every day now."
"I wasn't avoiding you," I said quickly, but Daisy interrupted.
"I don't think we've seen you once since we were married," she said thoughtfully. "Why did you never visit us, Nick?"
"Well we moved away rather quickly," Gatsby said with a laugh. "You remember the reason."
Daisy smiled and scooped Esmerelda into her lap as she toddled over from the kitchen. "Do tell us the story, we love it so much."
"Yeah, tell us Daddy," Esmerelda said.
Gatsby smiled adoringly at the young girl. "Well, I suppose the whole thing started when I met your mother at a party. It was at her house, and I was there with a bunch of other officers from Camp Taylor. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen." His gaze turned to Daisy with such love that I had to look away. It was as if he were a bling man, and she a rose, seen for the first time.
"However, it seemed as though I would not be able to love her. She came from a family of wealth and prestige, and I was a penniless nobody from the Midwest. I adored her, but she could never marry me."He paused for a moment, remembering times gone by.
"But she loved me anyways. She swore she loved me for who I was, not for what society demanded that I be. So we ran away together, and we've been happy ever since."
Daisy smiled at his statement and hugged Esmerelda tighter. "Oh, you tell the story so well," she laughed.
"I don't understand," I said. "If you left your families, how did you get enough money to live in West Egg in this beautiful house?"
"The same way you hope to," Gatsby said proudly. "Bonds are a great business, old sport."
I really love how Daisy and Gatsby end up with a child together. I feel as if her child with Tom was a chain to her marriage, but Gatsby would have had a child with her out of love and desire to. If only that was how their love story ended..
Delete20, 30, 40 miles an hour on their way to their new future. Gatsby, Daisy, and Pammy sped away from the ruins of their past in New York. But before they reached the open road, Daisy had some business to take care of. After she had hit Myrtle, Tom was ready to dedicate himself to her, but when he revealed the woman Daisy had hit was his mistress, Daisy decided she had more important people to talk to. She walked not so confidently across the valley of ashes to George Wilson's garage, and told him of his wife's double life. When she left, George took his gun and headed towards Tom Buchanan's place. Daisy approached Gatsby's mansion with Pammy in hand prepared to leave her extravagant world behind. That's when they hit the road. They drove or days until they reached North Dakota. The Great Gatsby turned in to the Mediocre Gatz. As for me, well I finally got to attend one of Daisy's weddings. But if you ask me, I think Gatsby is even greater now.
ReplyDeleteMy section takes place in chapter VII. I included a few lines of the story so that you can tell where in the book this is happening.
ReplyDelete“I’ve got something to tell YOU, old sport——” began Gatsby. But Daisy guessed at his intention.
“Please don’t!” she interrupted helplessly. “Please let’s all go home. Why don’t we all go home?”
“That’s a good idea.” I got up. “Come on, Tom. Nobody wants a drink.”
“I want to know what Mr. Gatsby has to tell me.”
“Your wife doesn’t love you,” said Gatsby. “She’s never loved you. She loves me.”
“You must be crazy!” exclaimed Tom automatically.
Gatsby sprang to his feet, vivid with excitement.
“She never loved you, do you hear?” he cried. “She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!”
With that, both Tom and Gatsby drew their M1917 Revolvers and aimed at each other's heads. I was shocked. I didn't think of Gatsby as the type to carry a gun. But he was a war veteran, so I guess it was not outside the realm of possibility. Tom probably was planning to kill Gatsby since the beginning of this trip.
"Just stop!" Cried Daisy, "You want too much."
Gatsby stared coldly at Tom and uttered, "Just say it, Daisy. We all know it's true."
Daisy could only look on, stunned at the scene that was unfolding before her. She pleaded, "Please, just put your guns down. We can talk about this."
"Is it true Daisy? Did you really love him and not me?"
At this point, Daisy was crying. I could hardly blame her. One wrong word, and one of them may lose their head.
"It's true! Okay!? I loved Gatsby once, but now I have a child with you. I can't leave you now!" She turned to Gatsby. "Do you understand?"
Gatsby never took his eyes off of Tom. He uttered at Daisy, "I will accept your child as my own. We can have more children so that she won't be alone."
Daisy was exasperated. At this point, she looked like she was at the point of a mental breakdown. I chimed in, "Murdering one another will not help. Just put the guns down and let's go home. We can figure all of this out later."
Tom said, "I will not leave if that son of a b**** is still alive. The only way he leaves is if he has to step over my cold, dead body."
"I agree," said Gatsby.
"Please leave, Daisy," said Tom, "this could get ugly."
"Even if you shoot me, it won't matter. When I'm gone, she'll never forgive you. Whenever she'll look at you, all she'll see is the face of the man who murdered her lover."
Tom let out a bellow of rage and pulled on the trigger. The bullet whizzed past Gatsby's head and left a hole in the wall behind him. "Nice try old sport. My turn."
As Gatsby started to pull on the trigger, Daisy came flying out of nowhere and tackled him. The bullet whizzed past Tom and implanted itself in the ceiling. Gatsby got up off the ground and looked at Tom with contempt. Gatsby took a step towards Tom but then he realized he was standing in a pool of blood.
DeleteTom ran towards Daisy pushed Gatsby out of the way. He picked Daisy up and looked at her. Her body was going limp. He looked at me and yelled, "Get a doctor!" I went to the closest pay phone and called the nearest hospital. Looking at all the blood on the floor, I knew the doctor wouldn't get here quick enough.
"I just want you to know, I have always loved you. I didn't love Myrtle. You were the only girl I wanted." Daisy nodded slowly. She looked Tom in the eye and asked quietly, "Tom, am I going to die?" "No, you're going to be fine. I'm positive."
Gatsby just stood in the corner, silently observing what he had caused. Tom looked up from Daisy and told him, "Get out before I kill you." That was the last time I saw Gatsby. When I went home later that night, he was gone and his house was empty.
In the meantime though, the doctor arrived and tried his best, but Daisy had lost too much blood. Tom solemnly went back to his house to make preparations for her funeral. After the funeral, I moved back out west, because I had had enough of the lifestyle here in New York. My cousin was dead as a result of it. I just wanted to go back to where it is actually semi-peaceful. This was an opportunity I wish I had never had.