The Great Gatsby Children's Story

A while ago in AP English we had to take a portion of a children's story and transform it into a Fitzgerald-style and Gatsby-themed passage. I just got mine back today, and Mrs. Garafolo said it was amazing and one of the best in the class, so I figured I'd post it on here, because to be frank, I'm pretty damn proud of it. :)

Children's Story- The English Roses by Madonna
"It all sounds so perfectly fun and nice And in many ways, it was. But there was only one problem. They were all a little bit jealous of another girl in the neighborhood. Her name was Binah, and here are some things you should know about her: She was very, very beautiful. She had long, silky hair and skin like milk and honey. She was an excellent student and very good at sports. She was always kind to people. She was special. But she was sad. Because even though she was the most beautiful girl anyone had ever seen, she was also very lonely. She had no friends, and everywhere she went, she was alone."

Gatsby-ified-
It all sounds so perfectly fun and and nice, what with the glamorous parties every other night, the expensive hauteur draped over every delicate hand and broad shoulder, the fogged windows of the gleaming automobiles concealing a smoky atmosphere filled with polite banter and classy liqueurs. The East Egg was known as the pinnacle of New York high society. And in many ways, it was. But there was only one problem, or at least it seemed that way to me, perhaps not to the socialites who seemed to surround me no matter which alleyway I plunged down or which street I traversed. Every person, no matter how insignificant, seemed to be fascinated with, and in my opinion sometimes a tad jealous of, this fellow who lived in the most ornate and gaudy mansion ever to grace the West Egg neighborhood. His name was Gatsby, and here is the general overview of his character: he was a strapping young man with refined good looks. He was an acclaimed student of Oxford, where he played the prestigious sport of cricket, and quite well, I might add. He was a generous fellow, throwing extravagant parties for all those in the vicinity. Gatsby was special, yet he was sad. Despite his extraordinary wealth and high standings, his impressive background and pleasant nature, Gatsby was lonely. For although over the years he had acquired many acquaintances from his numerous parties, and it was indisputable that more people knew of him rather than vice versa, Gatsby genuinely had no real friends. He was left to wander through life alone, painfully scarred by the loss of his one true love, and constantly reminded of it as he gazed out across his dock towards the green light that glowed tauntingly outside the house of Daisy Buchanan.