Creative Writing: An Inspector Calls

“Brrrring! Brrrring!” My Dad’s phone blared from his right pocket. “Hello,” my Dad said. My dad frequently received phone calls, usually for work reasons, so I didn’t think anything of the call. I was doing what I always would do late at night, curled in a ball on the couch watching YouTube. In the middle of a KSI video, I heard a muffled noise that sounded like someone yelled “what!” I looked up to see that it was my dad, still standing in the middle of the cramped living room, talking on the phone. I wondered what he could be talking about. I just assumed that he was yelling at one of his interns for doing something wrong. So, I popped my earbuds back in my ears and pressed play on the KSI video.
“Are you serious?” My mom asked my dad, …show more content…
“What? She is ok right?” I said confused. “She crashed her scooter into a tree, we don’t know if she is ok,” he said holding back tears. I could have asked a million more questions, but instead I let them race around in my mind like they were in the Daytona 500. Is she alive? Why did her scooter crash? Two of the questions I wanted to be answered immediately, but nobody seemed to know any answers.
I’m not much of a cryer at all. But, this hit close to home. I tried to keep the tears in, but they eventually burst out of my eyes like water escaping a dam. I peered over to my mom, who was sitting in the couch adjacent to mine. Her face was pale and sweat was beading on her forehead. She was visibly in shock, going through exactly what I was. At this point, I didn’t know what to do except cry. It was 11:00 PM on a school day, but school was the last thing on my …show more content…
My cousin lived in San Diego, so finding a news story from a local source wasn’t the easiest. After about 10 minutes of intense searching I finally came upon a story. The title read “Woman’s arm severed in scooter crash.” It took me a couple seconds to process this title, until it hit me hard, like a 18-wheeler coming down the freeway. My face went blank, and the tears that had stopped at this point started to pour down my face once more. “I found a news story about what happened, she severed her arm!” I told my parents fighting back the tears.
“What?!?” My mom and dad asked simultaneously. I then began to read off word for word the contents of the news article. My parents couldn’t believe what they were hearing. “How do these people know all of this, when are family knows nothing?” my mom asked. The problem was that my cousin lived alone in California, while the rest of the family resided on the east coast.
“Jack, you better get to bed. You have school tomorrow,” my mom said. I couldn’t believe she was telling me this. Even though it was 1:00 in the morning, I would stay up all night if I had to. “There is no need for you to be up right now. We can discuss this in the morning,” she explained. I finally succumbed to my mom’s wishes and slowly walked to my

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