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2024-05-18
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2024-05-18
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goole x mr birling

Summary:

hi people

i’m writing this for 2 things… revision for my GCSE lit paper 2 exam AND as a way to laugh at the pain gcse lit as caused me.

basically this is an alternative ending to the play 👍 and mainly focuses on mr birling and goole but i will be sprinkling in some sheila x edna at SOME POINT.

ok enjoy 😉

Chapter 1: The beginning

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“You know Inspector… I play Golf with the Chief Constable up at brumley.” I had him with that one. Hopefully he’ll leave our family alone. Ruining our reputation!! I need to intimidate him to make the Inspector go away.

“I don’t play golf.”

He. He did not. HOW DARE HE. I feel my nostrils flare up. Shelia, Gerald, Eric and Mrs Birling stare at me. I have to defend myself against… him. He’s humilating me.

“Well. You better bloody know that I’m good friends with the chief and I can get you fired!”

“For doing my job?”

This Inspector is doing my head in. Arghhhh!!!

“What did you say your name is again?”

“Goole. Inspector Goole”

“Well, Inspector” I pause for dramatic effect “Goole. You are hardly doing your job! Your attacking us all seperately with this… Suicide! Your making Shelia cry.” I need to make Goole pay for hurting my daughter. How dare he!!

“I’m only here to find out a couple of things.”

Goole sat down at the table and took off his hat. “And I’ve still got a couple of things to find out.”

He could find me out~ NO. BIRLING. SNAP OUT OF IT. HE’S BREAKING YOU DOWN! STOP.

“Is that so Inspector?”

“That is… Correct.”

The dining room door swung open. A very flustered Eric jolted in. He might of been running due to how SWEATY he is.

“Can I see the photograph.”

I watched the Inspector show Eric the photograph we had all seen before. 

“Fuck” Eric sat down, holding in tears.

Why was Eric trying not to cry.

”Eric?”

”You reconisgse her. Don’t you.” The inspector enquired. 

”OF COURSE I DO. I’M SUCH AN IDIOT!” Eric shouted

I stared at Eric. What had he done?

“Eric, tell your family what you did.”

”Fine. I was drunk, and I raped Eva Smith. I then felt bad. I then stole money from Arthers Company-“

”WHAT. HOW MUCH.” HOW DARE ERIC FOR STEALING FROM ME. THIS IS INEXCUSABLE BEHAVIOUR.

”£50”

”50 POUND?! YOU GOING TO PAY BACK EVERY PENNY MISTER” 

I noticed from the corner of my Eye the Inspector glance at me then fiddle with his trousers. Err what. 

“I will. Promise.” Eric sounded sheepish. 

Silence

 

“Mr Birling… A word please.”

”Uh, Of course.” I wonder what he wants… I follow the Inspector out of the dining room. Where was he taking me? Down the stairs to the cellar… 

OH WAIT.