When Are You Going to Do as You’Re Told?
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Who is the kid with white hair and why does he have transparent eyes? Why does the much feared Henley Phipps have an ancient Beware of the Trains sign in his bedroom? Is Victor really a vocabulary thug and why is this new poem Arthur keeps chanting important? Will Jimmy overcome his fear of the dark when will he finally do as he is told and answer the phone? When Are You Going To Do As Youre Told? answers these and other questions about friendship, being frightened, what its like to be seen as an outsider and how the past isnt the past. Kids who like questions will live these answers.
Ray Speakman.
Ray Speakman is a writer, editor and teacher. This is his second book, about Jimmy McConkey and his friends - and enemies. The first story, How Many Times Do I Have To Tell You? has been received with enthusiasm by teachers, children and parents – so much so that this second story became an inevitability. He lives in Solihull and Cornwall. Malc Speakman is an illustrator, art historian and teacher. He lives in Cheshire and London.
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When Are You Going to Do as You’Re Told? - Ray Speakman.
© 2014 Ray Speakman. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 11/28/2014
ISBN: 978-1-4969-9724-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4969-9727-2 (e)
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Contents
1. Kick the Can
2. Who was that on the phone?
3. Victor
4. Unstoppable
5. The Darkness
6. Beware of the Trains and Zombies
7. Crowton Mill
8. The Boy with Transparent Eyes
9. Once seen
10. Fretwork Valences
11. Crowton Manor
12. The interview
13. Friday night
14. How were we to know?
15. Talk to Me
16. Sir
17. Full stops and stories
Thanks
Acknowledgements
Dedication
For Matilda, Violet, William and Oliver.
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Kick the Can
It wasn’t summer anymore, but we refused to believe it was over. In my back garden, squeezing the last minutes of light out of the day, were Arthur, Victor and me. Eric wasn’t there. His mother wouldn’t let him play out if darkness was a possibility.
We were playing a variation on hide-and-seek called ‘kick the can’. One person was ‘on’ and hung about by an old tin can which used to hold beans or peas or something, while the others ran off to hide. If you could sneak back and kick the can while the person who was ‘on’ was searching, you won and you escaped being ‘on’ the next time around.
Darkness soaked into the corners of the garden. Perfect for hiding. I knew the best places, the deep inaccessible places, the places where I could wrap the darkness around me like an invisibility cloak. I squeezed myself into the hedge at the bottom of the garden and then pushed myself up through its branches so that I was two feet or so off the ground. Then I was still. I could smell the earth beneath and feel the leaves like a second skin around me. The hedge had absorbed me.
Arthur was ‘on’ and I could hear him as he tried to bluff us into coming out by saying he could see where we were. I didn’t know where Victor was and neither Victor nor Arthur would have any idea where I was. I wanted to laugh out loud imagining their puzzlement and how it would quickly turn to panic as they wondered what had become of me.
I was so enclosed, so warm, so outside of everything I felt I could sleep there. No one would ever find me and I would be like an observer, an invisible watcher, a ghost in the shadows seeing but not seen. The darkness wasn’t frightening because I could see through it and I could control it. It wasn’t a mystery. I was the mystery.
Time went. The shadows had now stained everything so completely that almost all of the garden’s detail had gone. I couldn’t hear Arthur or Victor. The can hadn’t been kicked. I hadn’t been found. I waited.
Those feelings of being in charge, of wanting to laugh because I was winning, of looking down on everyone, were slowly ebbing away. The worst thing that could happen during a game of kick-the-can or hide-and-seek had happened. I hadn’t been found - I had been forgotten! Life had moved on without me in it. Arthur and Victor had simply lost interest and wandered off home and I was still here, in the darkness, alone and trapped in a hedge!
The darkness that had been so comfortable, that had been my darkness, my ally, now filled itself with shapes and half heard noises that were beyond anything I could recognise or understand. And the hedge didn’t seem to want to let me go. I had entangled myself in it so completely and now I had forgotten the way back out. Branches poked at me whichever way I squirmed, leaves blocked my vision whichever way I looked and the earth below my legs seemed to have receded so that instead of getting closer to the ground I felt as if I was moving higher and higher until……the hedge seemed to give up, get bored with me, become so irritated by my childish panic it just opened its arms and let me fall out.
39582.pngSilence. No sound or sign of Arthur and Victor. No lights on in the house either. Perhaps I’d fallen through the hedge into another time zone? A parallel universe with no friends or family.
Arthur? Victor? I give in. You can come out now.
I was certain they were somewhere in the garden. I felt sure I could half hear them – breathing, watching. No answer. Nothing. I didn’t want to look behind me. Something told me not to turn around and look into the hedge.
The world had changed, the light had almost gone,
I focused on our house, my bedroom window, and the kitchen window – and the man! There was a man standing in our kitchen! A very tall still man with a
pale, round face. Worse still, I was certain he was watching me.
My stomach turned over, and then it turned over again and again. It wouldn’t stop turning over. I stared at the man. He stared at me. I couldn’t move. He didn’t move. I couldn’t think. My brain just made this screaming noise like a radio that can’t find any stations. No thoughts, just static.
And through all this, behind all this, a high pitched ring, repeating over and over and making absolutely no sense.
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2.
Who was that on the phone?
A light came on. Then another. Then another.
Jimmy? Jimmy?
The kitchen light was turned on and I saw my mother through the window. The man was still there but it wasn’t a man. It was my mum’s white straw garden hat hanging on the wall on a peg with some sort of jacket hanging below it and the top of a pair of wellies just showing below.
Jimmy? Jimmy?
I ran up the garden and in through the back door.
Who was that on the phone?
I was in the garden.
It’s pitch black dark!
We were playing out.
We?
Arthur and Victor. They’ve just gone home.
"So you thought you’d cut the hedge, did you?
What?
You’ve got privet hedge all over yourself. How many times have I told you to listen for the phone?
On this occasion I hadn’t actually ignored the telephone. I was too busy being terrified by the feeling that there was someone in the hedge behind me and then seeing that face in the kitchen window. Mind you I usually did ignore the telephone. For one reason it probably wasn’t for me and for another reason, it might have been for me. If it was not for me it was probably someone asking for my dad to do a painting and decorating job; if it was for me it was almost certainly someone I did not want to speak to – but more of that later. Either way she was right. I