Chapter 1 Things were monotonous in my early life. On the 20th March 1890, I was born to Henry C. Gatz and his wife in rural North Dakota. This was the same place that I spent the first 16 poverty-stricken years of my life. I can’t remember the exact details of my family life, as I have long since forgotten my parents, but I will never be able to forget my lifestyle on that farm. We were a dirt-poor German-American family, and I absolutely despised the limits that poverty placed on my shoulders. It confused me as to why my parents never strived for something more. They were unsuccessful farm people, and it was as if they were actually happy that way. They never complained about not having money, they never cared when all we had to eat was …show more content…
Tom borrowed Gatsby's yellow Rolls-Royce to drive up to the city. On the way to New York City, Tom made a detour at a gas station in the Valley of Ashes, a run-down part of Long Island. The owner, George Wilson, shared his concern that his wife, Myrtle, may be having an affair. This unnerved Tom, who I know had been the one having an affair with Myrtle, and he leaves in a hurry. During the party, in an expensive hotel suite, the casual conversation evolved into a confrontation between Daisy, Gatsby, and Tom. In a fit of anger, Gatsby insisted that Daisy loved him, not Tom, and that she only married Tom for his money. Daisy ended up admitting that she loved both Tom and Gatsby. The party then broke up, with Daisy driving Gatsby out of New York City in the yellow Rolls Royce and Tom, Jordan, and I leaving in Tom's car. From her upstairs room at the gas station, Myrtle saw an approaching car. Mistakenly believing Tom had returned for her, she ran out towards the car, but was struck and killed instantly. Panicked, Daisy drove away from the scene of the accident. When the rest of us arrived at the crime scene, Tom told George that it was Gatsby's car that killed