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 cried and moped for days, I didn't understand that everything I seemed to touch turned to absolute rubbish! I didn't feel clever or smart enough to look for another job. I became behind in the rent and the hag of a landlady was threatening to evict me. I needed money and fast - so, against my promise to my mother, I went on the streets.
It was worse than I had ever imagined.being leered at like a defenceless animal by fat, balding, alcoholic old men. I tell you, you learn a Ilot/I about the sensible, straight-backed officials that run your town when you sit with them in a public house, with a few drinks in them. And let me tell you, it doesn't give you any kind of stability. I made friends with a few other women, mostly older than me, who gave me a few tips, as I was the innocent "new-girl." They told me the best place to pick up men, was the Palace Bar. Which is where I met my next nightmare.and fell in love.
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 cried and moped for days, I didn't understand that everything I seemed to touch turned to absolute rubbish! I didn't feel clever or smart enough to look for another job. I became behind in the rent and the hag of a landlady was threatening to evict me. I needed money and fast - so, against my promise to my mother, I went on the streets.
It was worse than I had ever imagined.being leered at like a defenceless animal by fat, balding, alcoholic old men. I tell you, you learn a Ilot/I about the sensible, straight-backed officials that run your town when you sit with them in a public house, with a few drinks in them. And let me tell you, it doesn't give you any kind of stability. I made friends with a few other women, mostly older than me, who gave me a few tips, as I was the innocent "new-girl." They told me the best place to pick up men, was the Palace Bar. Which is where I met my next nightmare.and fell in love.