This is my Lit assignment that I did in what.. 10 minutes perhaps? last night. It’s my failed attempt to write in the style of Fitzgerald, the author of The Great Gatsby. I thought I’d post something rather than nothing.

At last laying on her bed, her body ached for rest. Darkness took over the sky many hours ago, but time was lost to her. As her eyes shut, a look of peace and calm came over her face for a moment, and then were rudely interrupted by the blaring of music that was her alarm. Reluctant to leave the undisturbed and untroubled escape of sleep, she laid in her bed for just another minute. Fear of facing the consequences of shirking her responsibilities urged her to wake up. In a rush she gathered her books amidst the disarray that was her room and headed out the door to face the unexpected events of the new day.

Boring, sad.. i’ll probably get a B or C.. ohhh well. SPRING BREAK!

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