American Dream
- Maggie Motherway
- Dec 3, 2024
- 1 min read
In English class, they were talking about The Great Gatsby—Gatsby's fancy parties, undying love and the American Dream. While the teacher spoke, her mind wandered to her empty house, where she sat alone in her bed every weekend, the light of the TV her only company. Next to her, a group of students laughed, their lives full, while she felt like a shadow in the world. She glanced at her notebook in front of her, its pages filled with dreams that felt just as unreachable as Gatsby’s green light, wondering if she’d ever find her own American Dream.
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