{"id":4850,"date":"2022-09-10T15:26:58","date_gmt":"2022-09-10T15:26:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/?p=4850"},"modified":"2022-09-10T16:25:28","modified_gmt":"2022-09-10T16:25:28","slug":"tales-from-the-town-74-surveillance-tapes-27-30","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/2022\/09\/10\/tales-from-the-town-74-surveillance-tapes-27-30\/","title":{"rendered":"Tales From The Town #74: Surveillance Tapes (27-30)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/tapes004s.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/tapes004s.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"431\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-4856\" srcset=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/tapes004s.jpg 300w, https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/tapes004s-209x300.jpg 209w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>27: Playground (break time)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Who are you?&#8221; Tina asked the new girl.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Who are <em>you<\/em>?&#8221; the new girl asked Tina.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Tina,&#8221; said Tina.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m called Tina too,&#8221; said Tina. &#8220;I can&#8217;t believe we&#8217;re both called Tina.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Everyone&#8217;s called Tina,&#8221; said Tina. She pointed round the playground. &#8220;Tina, Tina, Tina. And she&#8217;s Tina, and she&#8217;s Tina, too.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What about her?&#8221; the new Tina said, pointing to the only other girl hanging around outside. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh she used to be called Tina but she changed it,&#8221; said Tina, rolling her eyes. &#8220;She&#8217;s called Teena now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Tina looked at Tina in confusion.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;With two E&#8217;s,&#8221; Tina clarified.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh right,&#8221; said Tina. &#8220;How <em>pretentious<\/em>!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>28: The Beach (lunch time)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Antoine:<\/strong> How&#8217;s everything back at the house?<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Fine, fine. (pause) Actually, it&#8217;s pretty awful. Well, not awful, but, you know, there&#8217;s lots of weird things going on back home.<br \/>\n<strong>Antoine:<\/strong> New rooms again?<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> No. Well, yes, but it&#8217;s not that. It&#8217;s the unsettling sort of weird. Strange phone calls, things going missing. Sometimes I keep getting the feeling we&#8217;re all being watched. And now today all the dolls disappeared. That was pretty weird.<br \/>\n<strong>Antoine:<\/strong> I thought you hated those dolls.<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Of course I don&#8217;t hate the dolls. They&#8217;re just&#8230; You have to admit they&#8217;re a bit creepy, right?<br \/>\n<strong>Antoine:<\/strong> I always thought they were sweet.<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Yeah, you would, I suppose.<br \/>\n<strong>Antoine:<\/strong> How are the kids?<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Oh they&#8217;re fine. Last week someone gave Claire some Wotsits. She went bright orange and started babbling about the future apparently. Then she threw up everywhere.<br \/>\n<strong>Antoine:<\/strong> Oh no. Is she okay?<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Yeah, she&#8217;s fine now. Worse than ever. But still&#8230; At least they&#8217;re back to school now, I suppose. Man, the summer holidays are so long&#8230;<br \/>\n<strong>Antoine:<\/strong> At least it looks like it might rain later. Finally wash all that summer away.<\/p>\n<p><strong>21: Detention<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What did you do?&#8221; Claire said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nothing,&#8221; said Carolina. Carolina was a whole year older than Claire. &#8220;What did you do?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nothing,&#8221; said Claire. She sat down on the piano at the front of the class room with a big discordant clang. &#8220;I never do anything wrong at all. Ever. I don&#8217;t know why I&#8217;m here at all.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Me neither,&#8221; said Carolina. She came over and sat down next to Claire with a smaller, higher pitched, discordant clang. &#8220;I&#8217;m the best behaved girl in the whole school and they&#8217;re all jealous.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m the best behaved girl in the whole town,&#8221; said Claire, proudly. She swung her feet back and forth and kicked the stool over.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m the best behaved girl in the whole world,&#8221; said Carolina, as she swung her arms round and smacked the little pots of sunflowers off the window ledge and onto the floor.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m the best behaved girl in the whole universe,&#8221; said Claire, as she jumped off the piano and stamped in all the mud they&#8217;d just spilt.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What are you two <em>doing<\/em> in here?&#8221; the head mistress asked from the doorway.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nothing!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><strong>22: Kitchen (after school)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Look, I&#8217;m sorry everyone, I know it&#8217;s Friday, but I can&#8217;t find my purse. I think I might have left it in the cafe at the beach. Well, I hope I did, cause otherwise I don&#8217;t know where it is. So all I&#8217;ve got is&#8230; a pound. You&#8217;re going to have to share.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> I don&#8217;t want to share. I got home from school first, so I should have it all to myself!<br \/>\n<strong>Ethel:<\/strong> You didn&#8217;t get home first.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> I did!<br \/>\n<strong>Tina:<\/strong> We all got home together.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> I rang the doorbell. That means I was first.<br \/>\n<strong>Ethel:<\/strong> We even waited for you while you were getting told off.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> I wasn&#8217;t getting told off. I was getting told <em>on<\/em>!<br \/>\n<strong>Ethel:<\/strong> That&#8217;s not even a thing.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> It is!<br \/>\n<strong>Ethel:<\/strong> It isn&#8217;t.<br \/>\n<strong>Tina:<\/strong> Anyway you weren&#8217;t first. Ringing the doorbell doesn&#8217;t mean anything.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> If I hadn&#8217;t rung the doorbell no one would have answered the door and we&#8217;d all still be outside in the rain. We might all be DEAD!<br \/>\n<strong>Ethel:<\/strong> No we wouldn&#8217;t be.<br \/>\n<strong>Tina:<\/strong> It&#8217;s not even raining.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> Not now. But it was. And I WAS first and that means I definitely should have all the money and you should all have nothing!<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> None of you are having nothing. Or all of you are having nothing. It&#8217;s your choice.<br \/>\n<strong>Ethel:<\/strong> And she wasn&#8217;t first, Mum!<br \/>\n<strong>Tina:<\/strong> We were all first.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> We can&#8217;t all be first. You might as well say we were all last when we all know Daniel was last because we ran ahead and left him.<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> You shouldn&#8217;t run ahead and leave anyone. You&#8217;re supposed to come home together.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> Well he shouldn&#8217;t have been spinning round and round on the spot and refusing to move then!<br \/>\n<strong>Daniel:<\/strong> I wasn&#8217;t spinning. I was rotating. Like the earth. Or the moon.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> The moon doesn&#8217;t rotate. It just stares at us like a great big gruesome eye!<br \/>\n<strong>Daniel:<\/strong> You&#8217;re a great big gruesome eye!<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Daniel!<br \/>\nC<strong>laire:<\/strong> I am not! And even if I was a great big gruesome eye I still got home first.<br \/>\n<strong>Ethel:<\/strong> You didn&#8217;t!<br \/>\n<strong>Claire: <\/strong>You didn&#8217;t! I did.<br \/>\n<strong>Ethel:<\/strong> She didn&#8217;t, Mum!<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> I did. I definitely did.<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Actually, I think I&#8217;m going to have to agree with the others here Claire. Sorry.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> But Mum! I really did. No one else rings the doorbell as loudly as me. Or as long.<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> I know that, Claire. It&#8217;s not that, though. It&#8217;s more the, er, philosophical nature of the debate.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> The what? I was first and that&#8217;s that.<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Look, how shall I put this. Okay, as we were just talking about the moon. Who was the first person on the moon, Claire?<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> I don&#8217;t know. Selene?<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> What?<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> You know, Selene. She was born on the moon.<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> I see. Well, I&#8217;m not sure she could have been the first person on the moon if she was born there.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> Selene&#8217;s Mum then.<br \/>\n<strong>Daniel:<\/strong> The first person on the moon was Noel Wrongson and the second person on the moon was Fuzz Buzz Buzz.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> Fuzz Buzz Buzz? You&#8217;ve made that up, Daniel. Mum, Daniel made that up!<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes: <\/strong>Well it doesn&#8217;t matter what their names were, Claire. The point is that actually they were both the first person on the moon. Who the first person to step outside doesn&#8217;t matter. Because they were in the spaceship together and they&#8217;d already landed on the moon by then.<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> So who was the first person to step outside?<br \/>\n<strong>Agnes:<\/strong> Neil Armstrong. But that&#8217;s not the &#8212;<br \/>\n<strong>Claire:<\/strong> See! Someone&#8217;s always first and someone&#8217;s always last. And I was first and Fuzz Buzz Buzz was last and that&#8217;s that. Now where&#8217;s my pound, Mum?<\/p>\n<p>___________<\/p>\n<p>Notes:<\/p>\n<p>1. <em>Written in May, July and September 2022<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br><h3><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Support An Accumulation Of Things<\/a><\/h3><i>If you like the things you've read here please consider subscribing to my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">patreon<\/a> or my <a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">ko-fi<\/a>. <\/br><\/br><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Patreon subscribers<\/a> get not just early access to content and also the occasional gift, but also my eternal gratitude. 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