Fitzgerald was never interested in physical activities such as sport like the other did, he was good at writing and that was his biggest talent but it was hard for him to gain social acceptance because he didn't go to sports.
Because of that, he started to write plays and novels that would be good for social life in that school that he attended. He used his biggest talent and he was the best in it although that was something that most of the students weren't so good at.
Today is the day I'm going to the bake sale for school. I jumped out of bed and got dressed quicker then a jack rabbit. As I walked downstairs I could already smell fresh chocolate chip cookies that Mom has been making for the bake sale. "Good morning!" I yelled with exitement. "Good morning sweetie." she replied. I looked over her shoulder at the gewy, warm brownies. I wanted to grab one, mom interupted "No, these are for later and there not quite done yet." So she put the brownies back into the oven and started to clean a little. Hours passed and the brownies where done or so I thought...
Mom grabbed her purse and the brownies and got into the car so I followed. Once we where at the bake sell you could smell so many various aroma's such as pumpkin pie, sweet apple cobbler, and much more. When we got to our table Mom put the brownies on the table, and people started to gather around. Mom quickly took off the lid, and then I saw the brownies amass. "Oh no!" I said in a quite tone. Mom looked at me and said "Sorry, I guess it's still not finished. It was warm and perfect before we left."
Then I quickly started to convey, I looked at everyone's sweets and they where perfect. Everyone enjoyed theres, why did this happen to me? This isn't fair! I when't to the Principal which she was the one who started the bake sell. I said in a sad tone "Can you please end the bake sale?" she repied "Why?" I tolder her "Well my brownies are undercooked, and can't be eaten." For a few minutes I tried to mediate the principal, but it didn't work. Suddenly Mom ran up to me with a new box of brownies. I shouted "You got more brownies?" Mom replied "Yes, I did!" We whent back to the table and placed the brownies down, and a bunch of people amass around our table buying a brownie. I quickly reverted from a sad mood to a happy mood.
Remember you may give up, but anything can happen so just wait. Things happen for a pretty good reason.
I hope this help's you understand or even get a good idea.
