There was sickness all over me. In the blooming morning as the one we had today, I felt lost. From breakfast to all of my classes, I was helpless. In my own body I did not feel like me. And as everyone around me gave me a pity look, I was bounded by the germs that killed me more and more, causing me to become a dead corpse.
Everytime I took a tissue to wipe my nose, my body gave up even more. There was no hope for me to walk back and forth to my classes, and one could even say that I indeed was dead. If only there was someone to help me walk, I would’ve lived a bit longer.
At least I made my death bed by waking up myself because that was when I knew that it was not a good idea. In the shower I could feel my bones cracking so was my head. Along the walk from Halford to the Dinning hall, I gave up thrice. In that five minutes long walk, I ran, jumped, and went as fast as I could. The journey was remembered but not forgotten.
By ten o’clock I gave up on my health, I felt as if I would never find myself in one piece if I have continued my school day. But remembering that I have gone through a lot more than this, I kept moving and as I did so I saw myself living and time went by and so did my sickness. During my AP US History class I reminded myself that time certainly goes by faster if you sleep, so I started sleeping the class, and it was not an easy task. Mr. ftorek Looked at me with those similar pity eyes and asked me if I was okay and that innocent gesture broke me into pieces as I knew I was not okay.
The day were longer as the lunch period made me lurch away from the strength, and now the crowd is filling the dining hall, people were gossiping, and the day was not moving faster. Sickness is difficult minute by minute, spilled with pitiness, and empathy. The crowds kept increasing, moving slowly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; the pills already start to kick in, confidently making the most painful day of my life less painful. I saw the end coming near, but the day was still the longest.
Suddenly in the puddle of pain, I could see hope, love, care, and faith: The Health Center. A momentary hush; My legs started to walk to the health center, drifting away from the crowd, laugh, and gossips. There I was on my bed away from class away from sickness.
Hi! This is an imitation I wrote for Great Gatsby. I am proud of this imitation because I wrote it while I was very sick. I could’ve improved more by checking all the shift of verb tenses as I remember missing some. Overall, this was a difficult imitation for me but I believe through more efforts in acknowledging the transition as sown in the text would’ve been very beneficial for me. I could’ve also added more deeper expressions or symbolism in my imitation to connect it more with the Great Gatsby Novel. moreover, as my first ever imitation as a student I am proud of this work and have learnt a lot.
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