An Inspector Calls BY J.B Priestley.
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| Submitted: Thu Jul 11 2002
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My average morning consists mainly of shouting, swearing and a whole lot of trying to get out of spending another day at school. Each day I use the same few words to start my day off...well, they're more grunts and gurgles than words but they make perfect sense to me. After the fuss and bother of getting up, washing, dressing and packing my bag for school I bound down the stairs, ignore all of my family, go out of the door and launch myself onto my bike ready for the day ahead. I am the sort of person that has the thought of skipping school each day to stay at home and eat ice-cream but I never do because there is a huge amount of guilt and fear (of getting found out) that descends upon me, so I keep on pedalling in a school bound direction. Upon my arrival...

