I do not own the characters from An Inspector Calls, they belong to JB
Priestley. Please do not sue me =P
A/n: First time at trying to do a diary style piece, this is based on a play I read in school called "An Inspector Calls" by JB Priestley. I recommend it. I am doing a diary piece by the ill-fated Eva Smith, who loses everything she had during this play.
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I came to Brumley a few years ago with that hope, that far away glimmer of wishful thinking that what my mother used to say would become true. After all, Brumley is an industrial town, full of rich factory owners! I'm afraid the plan didn't go quite as I expected. I had brought enough money with me to find myself lodgings before I went out to find some work. I found a place to stay, a stench filled place with only one small, cramped room to call my own, and somewhere to work. The workplace was Birling and Company, a huge factory in town. I often wonder, if my coming to Brumley - a "new beginning", away from the slums of the penniless, hopeless streets I had came from, were not the beginnings of something wonderful, but the beginning of the downfall of Eva Smith.
A/n: First time at trying to do a diary style piece, this is based on a play I read in school called "An Inspector Calls" by JB Priestley. I recommend it. I am doing a diary piece by the ill-fated Eva Smith, who loses everything she had during this play.
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I came to Brumley a few years ago with that hope, that far away glimmer of wishful thinking that what my mother used to say would become true. After all, Brumley is an industrial town, full of rich factory owners! I'm afraid the plan didn't go quite as I expected. I had brought enough money with me to find myself lodgings before I went out to find some work. I found a place to stay, a stench filled place with only one small, cramped room to call my own, and somewhere to work. The workplace was Birling and Company, a huge factory in town. I often wonder, if my coming to Brumley - a "new beginning", away from the slums of the penniless, hopeless streets I had came from, were not the beginnings of something wonderful, but the beginning of the downfall of Eva Smith.