Revision - An Inspector Calls Gcse

“Forget the memes,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We have a dinner party to crash. Come with me if you want to get a Grade 9.”

It was the night before your GCSE English Literature exam. You weren't revising. You were doom-scrolling. Then, your phone screen flickered, and a sharp DING echoed through your room. A notification appeared: an inspector calls gcse revision

He tipped his hat. The room faded.

He walked out the door. And vanished.

But then the phone rang. Arthur answered. His face went grey. “Forget the memes,” he said, his voice calm but firm