Creative Writing: An Inspector Calls

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It all began with a simple phone call one morning just as I was waking up. “Trevor” my father hollered up the stairs, “It’s for you. It’s Jenny King, and she sounds upset” As I dragged my feet down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was exhausted from going to bed late last night, I had a horrendous headache, and I was looking forward to a nice quiet morning at home, binge watching T.V all day and taking naps. Thirty minutes later, however, Jenny’s blue Ford Explorer swung into our driveway. Jenny was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my fuzzy brown coat from the stained carpet floor, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. As I walked out and approached the car I saw Jenny, her bright blonde hair covering her blue eyes and her head on the steering …show more content…

“Ok,well, we just wanted to show you what may be evidence, that could potentially provide more answers to what happened to Ben last night.” I replied “You know what? I got a call last night about a lady complaining of a noisy party. I came to shut it down. It turned out that Dave was hosting it. I saw some of these exact beer cans there” My dad told us. “I remembered Ben saying something about wanting to go to a party last night but my parents said ‘no’ and wanted him to stay home and do chores around the house” Jenny added. “ Yea Jenny your parents have judicious I don’t like Dave. I think he's a bad influence on my son”my dad responded. “Well dad, I'm sorry to tell you this but I went to that party last night. I didn't stay very long because my girlfriend Annie and I were supposed to go there together but she never showed up. I was going to tell you about our plans, but I knew you wouldn't approve of it ” I told my Dad

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