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 was sacked from Birling and Company. Well, I can hardly call it my fault, it wasn't as if I was stealing or anything like that. All I wanted was a pay rise. My landlady had upped the rent for the autumn (miserly, heartless woman, she knew that the homeless always need lodgings for the long, cold, bitter winter months) and I couldn't afford the rent Iand/I food. I made a promise to my mother before I left, that I wouldn't go onto the streets and that I would try and earn my daily bread doing honest work. Well, I was being honest! I desperately needed a pay rise! Some other girls from the factory and I went on strike, but Mr Birling, the ghastly, wretched oaf, sacked me. I was at the end of my tether.
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 was sacked from Birling and Company. Well, I can hardly call it my fault, it wasn't as if I was stealing or anything like that. All I wanted was a pay rise. My landlady had upped the rent for the autumn (miserly, heartless woman, she knew that the homeless always need lodgings for the long, cold, bitter winter months) and I couldn't afford the rent Iand/I food. I made a promise to my mother before I left, that I wouldn't go onto the streets and that I would try and earn my daily bread doing honest work. Well, I was being honest! I desperately needed a pay rise! Some other girls from the factory and I went on strike, but Mr Birling, the ghastly, wretched oaf, sacked me. I was at the end of my tether.