What I was feeling when I went to my first party at Jay Gatsby's mansion

            When I first moved to West Egg, I used to always see a man next door but I never knew who he was. I heard rumors about a man named Jay Gatsby, so I assumed it was him. I heard he threw huge parties about every weekend. One day, Gatsby’s chauffeur brought me an invitation to one of these parties. I was thrilled and could not wait to see how big these parties actually were. At the appointed time, I made the short walk to Gatsby’s house and joined the festivities, feeling somewhat out of place amid the throng of jubilant strangers. People at the party were spreading rumors of Gatsby’s wealth and personal history. The rumors ranged from a German spy in World War 1 to a graduate of Oxford who killed a man in cold blood. I didn’t know what to believe at the time. Jordan and I set off to find this mysterious Jay Gatsby in search of the truth. We ran into a middle-aged man with huge, owl-eyed spectacles (whom I called Owl Eyes) who sat poring over the unread books in Gatsby’s library. It was kind of weird seeing a man alone in his library but we carried on. At midnight, Jordan and I went outside to watch the entertainment. We sat at a table with a handsome young man who says that I looked familiar to him; we realized that I served in the same division during the war. It turns out it was Jay Gatsby. I felt thrilled to finally meet him and discover the real truth about him. It turns out he was a really kind man who was in pursuit of something.