Hallo! I anonymously handed this to a teacher, and they're gonna sent it to the head of the English Department!
16/5/12
Today was...interesting. Eric Birling was being judged by my father, for theft. It seems he stole money from his father's company! But that wasn't the weirdest bit- he lost his temper. I have never seen much of him, but his words shall stick with me: 'Damn this! What does this matter? This is nothing. She was so important, but no, 'father's company, father's reputation, father's knighthood! Bribed you, did he?' That last bit is very true, I caught a glimpse of the telegram on father's desk, Mr. Birling was paying for the limited information revealed to those at the meeting. But who's 'she'? It is like that damned 'he' of Gerald.
Eric shall be working at the Crofts' factory, until he works his money back. Eric then rolled his eyes and sighed. How odd! He recall him exclaiming 'What does that matter now!?' Mr. Birling then got up, and publically disowned Eric. He complained that the 'Bernard Shaws' are getting too much influence over the next generation. Miss Birling was highly distressed, Gerald assured her that he shall do his best to make sure her brother is treated fairly. I imagine this is only to get them back on engagement state, but his weird behaviour may mean otherwise. I'll wait and see, I've never been one for this romance and marriage nonsense, but this is unfolding to be quite the story.
17/5/12
Gerald and Miss Birling are together again! They are spending the evening at the Birlings', and have requested me as a chaperone. It appears every single one of their family members are out. Brumley is becoming ever so dry, all respectable folk seem to have left! It is the Crofts, Birlings, Brunswicks and Elricson who hold on here, after the Herolds and Frettings left. Meggarity is planning on leaving soon- not saying that I'm upset about it though.
21:00
It seems Miss. Birling has quite a personality! For once, she wasn't one of those silly women who talk about fashion: though Gerald doesn't seem to like it. Not to mention, she's rather open, and it appears she knows Gerald's 'him' and Eric's 'her'. Gerald kept on eyeing me, telling her to quieten down. I much prefer Miss. Birling, who didn't care for keeping up pretences- though ironically, I would do what Gerald did, and try to get her to quieten down. What on Earth is going on though? Why won't anybody tell me?
Thus, I have arranged to meet Miss. Birling in two days time, without Gerald.
18/5/12
I went to inspect the spare room, in which Gerald kept the girl for a month. It had it's usual airy feel covered with a stuffy, tense one: I hated it. It was dirty, and dusty, and in need of a clean, and thus I knew exactly what to do. I went out on to Factors lane, where I knew all those poor folks hang about, asking if anyone needs any service. I looked out for a child- they were generally quicker at cleaning, and were easily brainwashed into doing it at a lower price- so when this young boy, with dirty brown hair, came along, I asked him if he'd like to do a job for me, cleaning the extra room. He agreed happily and readily.
What a mistake. I went around to a couple of the shops, and when I came back, that dirty little bastard was reading a letter. One signed 'Daisy Renton.' That's the girl Gerald kept for summer, and was clearly a private matter. If that got out, that small rat could've ruined Croft's reputation. In a rage of anger and fire, I burnt the letter, and then dragged that scumbag down to the child holder, you know, the one that tortures those kids with work and stuff, but this thing deserves it. How dare he? How dare he? He was screaming and kicking, even having the audacity to say the letter was for him! I cannot think clearly now, I was so full of rage! I held a heart of sympathy for people like him, but they seem solely intent on ruining our reputation! It is so, so petty, so selfish of them.