Guess who's going into exam week? Sigh. Enjoy this chapter (why am I still uploading this?)

19/5/12

So Gerald came round to mine, complaining bitterly, that Shelia refuses to speak to him. He won't say why though, but I think he's ill, for as quickly as he wanted to come around here, he left to go back to Eric, slaving away at the Crofts' factory. Poor lad, it must be tiring. But I was annoyed, for if Shelia was now considered to be 'out' of an engagement, I had to have a chaperone when visiting her. But Sheila, once again, proved to be incredibly smart for a girl, and brought along her brother, who also appeared to be going through alcohol withdrawal, so was not really focusing on all we said. Either way, Sheila said he's a safe bet for whatever we said.

Miss. Birling basically explained this 'Inspector Goole' who told them that her family and Gerald was involved in hurting this one woman, which lead to her suicide. And then she started questioning me! Asking if I'd done anything I should be guilty of. I couldn't really think of anything that I've really felt guilty for, other than the time that I took my sister's best dress after she annoyed me that time- but she wasn't going to kill herself anyting soon, the silly stuck-up girl.

Well, it looks like Gerald's 'him' was this odd fake police, while Eric Birling's 'her' was this Daisy Renton, a lower class Palace Girl. I had worried over so little! What a nuisance.

20/5/12

How odd today was! I received a most unusual letter today, unsigned as well! I shall copy it out:

"Mr. Charlie Brunswick

I've heard you and Miss. Birling are now acquaintances. Good. She was unprepared when he came. But I am giving you one day, today. One day to change your fate, and this means your family. But...ignorance and laziness being the rich man's companion, I suspect I will have to pay a visit to the Brunswick household. "

I assumed it was that Inspector Goole, however it was written as if Goole hadn't written the letter, though considering he is likely of lower class, they never seem to use appropriate grammar. And it couldn't be- if 'he' visited the Birlings, who wrote? Damn this curiosity.

After all Sheila had warned me, I figured I had better give it a go, caring for the poor, trying to change my family. Mother and Cecilia were in the drawing room, as always, so I burst in.

'Do excuse your silly clothes talk for a second. I need to ask you both a question.'

'Charlie, where is you respect for your mother?'

I refrained from saying that I had lost it somewhere a while ago.

'Have you hurt one from the lower class before?' She simply snorted.

'Son, I help them. I'm part of the Brumley Women's Charity Organisation. I am too kind for them!' I realised that was all mother could say. But it is true, it is a charity- why would my charitable mother hurt a lower person? I asked Cecilia, but she couldn't recall anything. I left disappointed, but not surprised. Just upset that Cecilia could not be any more different from Miss. Birling, who I now regard as something of a younger sister.

Father was working, so it was wrong to disturb him. I still wonder who-

Lord, that boy I took to the alley!

21:00

I have searched for over three hours. All traces of him have gone. What else can I do? I have tried my best, and if that damned inspector tells me off for it, he should've warned me before I chucked him away! He should've given me some clues! If he chose to die, that is his fault. Sad, but I cannot be blamed, in fact, the inspector is. If he knew, why didn't he stop it? Fool.