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lundi, janvier 24, 2005

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

Christoper, a 15 year old boy, was an autist, he analyzed everything, he described everything properly, he loved maths, and also dogs. He hated the color yellow and brown, when he saw yellow cars in a roll on the street, he felt that it would be a black day, but when there were three or four red cars in a roll, it would be a super-good day.

Unfortunately, he didn't like being around by people he didn't know. He refused to be touched, or he would scream and groan. He prefered to listen to the white noise (it was the noise between radio stations). He felt better to be alone or together with his pet-rat, Toby. He had a special teacher, Siobhan, who taught him about feelings and drew him some sketchs about emotions shown on people's faces, but still Christoper didn't understand because he thought that people's faces moved so fast that he couldn't catch their emotions.

He couldn't dream or imagine things, all he could do was describing what had happened. He remembered everything and stored them in his mind. It was like in a computer program, when he wanted to see the past, he can capture everything in the exact moment and he could zoom it to see things bigger.

He loved to go outside in the night time, because people were sleeping, so nobody would touch him nor talk to him. But that night, he found Wellington, Mrs. Shears' dog which was a poodle, dead with a garden fork in its belly. He was shocked, and put the garden fork off of the dead dog, and hugged him because he loved dogs. But Mrs. Shears saw that and called the police because she tought that he killed the dog, Wellington. Christoper arrested by the police and had a caution of hitting an officer (he hit the police because he touched him-Christoper). His father came to the police station and took him home. But Christoper insisted to find out who killed Wellington, then he decided to write a detective novel since he loved that genre.

He started to observe his neighbors including, but it was difficult because he couldn't able to communicate to people he didn't know. In the middle of writing his novel, his father found out what he'd been up to. He was upset and warned him to stop the investigation, and made him promise. Christoper, he can't lie, so he promised.

When he was trying to find where his book were, he accidentally found some letters directed to him, in his father's cupboard. It was from his mother, and it was so strange because his father told him that his mother had died because of heart attack. In that letter, he knew that his mother was still alive and lived in London, with Mrs. Shears' husband. That is why his father told him that Mr. Shears was an evil and Mrs. Shears was no longer a friend, because she was going to move in with them or they would move in to her house, which is bad, but Christoper didn't understand how bad it was.

He took some letters to his room, but once his father cought him in the act and got very upset. Then Christoper found that his father lied about his mother, and the shocking moment was when he told Christoper that he was the killer, the murderer of Wellington. Christoper was freaking out. He sneaked out the house that night when his father asleep, he took his father's ATM card and went to London, to be with his mother.

It was a creepy journey for him, because several times, people who were strangers were trying to talk to him, or touched him, or abused him with vulgar languages. He always held his Swiss Army knife which could cut somebody's finger's off in his pocket and in the other there was Toby, he brought it with him, because he was afraid nobody could take care of it, so it could die.

Finally, he arrived in London and found his mother with, of course, Mr. Shears. They lived in a flat, which was smaller than his father's house. When she asked why didn't he ever respond to her letters, he said that his father told him that she was dead because of heart attack. His mother was very upset.
Since Christoper came without bringing any clothes, his mother decided to off-work for a while to take care of him.. but it took more than just one, or two, or three days.. then her office called to tell her that they already found someone to take over her position. She tought that Christoper would stay for a very long time, but he insisted to go home (with her! which was impossible) because he had to take his Math-A Exam to be able to pass school and go straight to the university on the next week. His mother called the school to postponed the exam so he could stay longer in London. But Christoper insisted to go back to Swindon (where his father lived) with her, because he was afraid of his father.

His mother had a big fight with Mr. Shears, and she decided to go to Swindon with Christoper. Finding his ex-wife in his house made Christoper's father so upset. And they argued, and Christoper went to his room and put the table behind the door in case that his father went in and killed him (Christoper thought it was possible because he had killed Wellington). Then he turn on the radio, on the white noise and covered his ears with his fingers and groaned and did maths in his mind and he felt better.

On school, he told Siobhan that his mother had called to postponed the Math-A Exam. But Siobhan told him that it was still possible, because the exam was on the next day. Then he took the exam, even though he tought that his brain didn't work properly, since he couldn't count the prime number until 587thousands and somehing (oh, i can't recall.. sorry). But it was ok. His father was really try to make up with him and also his mother. Things got better the next day. His father gave him a puppy of a Golden Retriever, he named it Sandy, because Toby was dead (it was 2 years old which was too old for a rat to live).

And he thought that he would go to the university in another city, and he would live by himself, and he would bring Sandy with him, and he would be an astronaut and he would marry a girl and he would have a family of his own.
Go, Christoper, he was finally able to make a dream!

posted by clodi @ 10:02

1 Comments:

At 7:03 PM, ^angie^ said…

kak butet...buku=nya in english tho???
mau pinjem!!! pinjem!!!

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