Humanities Project. Rising Action

1. Inside
Christopher
Boone’s
Diary
Wri4en
by:
Duncan
Jui
8-­‐2

2.
Diary
Entry
1
February
1,
1999
Today
is
a
pre4y
sad
day.
It
all
started
when
I
decided
to
take
a
midnight
walk.
I
like
walking
around
the
streets
at
midnight.
It
makes
me
feel
like
I
am
the
only
person
in
the
world.
I
don’t
really
like
company
because
I
have
Asperger’s
Syndrome
which
is
a
development
disorder.
In
other
words,
I
am
very
socially
restrained,
and
I
get
off
task
very
easily.
Anyways
talking
about
geMng
on
task,
today
wasn’t
a
good
day.
As
I
was
saying
before,
I
was
about
to
take
my
midnight
walk
when
suddenly
I
saw
Mrs.
Shears
dog,
lying
in
the
middle
of
the
lawn
in
front
of
her
house.
There
was
a
pitchfork
stuck
in
his
stomach,
and
blood
spilled
down
on
the
grass.
I
removed
the
pitchfork
out
of
the
helpless
innocent
body
and
wrapped
him
up
in
my
arms,
saying
my
goodbyes.
Unfortunately
for
me,
I
was
at
the
wrong
place,
at
the
wrong
Pme.
Mrs.
Shears
came
up
to
me,
and
In
her
exact
words
she
said
“What
in
f***’s
name
have
you
done
to
my
dog?”
I
am
a
very
giVed
person.
I
am
extremely
intelligent
and
I
am
going
to
take
A
level
math's
exam
and
going
to
get
an
A
grade.
Another
one
of
my
giVs
is
that
I
remember
everything
that
everyone
says.
Going
back
on
track,
aVer
Mrs.
Shears
saw
me
holding
her
dog,
Wellington,
she
immediately
called
the
police.
In
the
end,
I
was
arrested.
You
may
be
thinking
“It
is
because
he
was
accused
of
killing
the
dog.”
Nope.
It
was
because
I
hit
him.
I
don’t
like
when
people
touch
me.
When
people
make
contact
with
me,
I
end
up
acPng
aggressively.
My
dad
had
to
come
to
the
police
staPon
and
bail
me
out.
On
the
way
home,
he
told
me
to
specifically
“Try
and
keep
your
nose
out
of
other
people’s
business.”(26)
I
told
him
I
was
going
to
find
out
who
killed
Wellington.
Unexpectedly,
he
slammed
the
steering
wheel
and
told
me:
“I
said
leave
it,
for
God’s
sake.”(27)
I
could
tell
he
was
angry
at
me
so
I
decided
to
keep
quiet
for
the
rest
of
the
car
ride.
Although
I
am
not
going
quit.
I
am
going
to
find
who
killed
Wellington,
and
no
one
is
going
to
stop
me.

3.
Diary
Entry
2
February
13,
1999
Mother
died
of
a
heart
a4ack
3
years
ago.
It
is
a
very
sad
day
for
me.
It
was
also
unexpected
too.
My
dad
told
me
that
Mom
was
sick
in
the
hospital,
and
one
day
he
came
up
to
me
and
told
me
Mom
was
dead.
Those
words
sPll
haunt
me
Pll
today.
Ever
since
my
Mom
died,
I
became
a4ached
to
mysteries.
Her
death
was
very
mysterious
because
my
mom
was
very
healthy
but
she
died
of
a
heart
a4ack.
I
kept
asking
myself
quesPons
such
as:
“Did
someone
cause
the
heart
a4ack?”.
In
the
bus
on
the
way
to
school
we
passed
4
red
cars
in
a
row,
which
meant
it
was
a
Good
Day.
3
red
cars
in
a
row
means
it
would
be
a
quite
good
day,
and
5
red
cars
in
a
row
meant
it
would
be
a
Super
good
day.
I
thought
that
maybe
I
would
do
a
li4le
more
invesPgaPon
on
Wellington’s
death
even
though
my
dad
told
me
to
stay
out
of
other
peoples
business.
This
is
because
I
always
do
what
I
am
told
not
to
do.
I
decided
that
I
would
go
to
each
house
in
the
neighborhood
to
see
if
I
could
collect
and
informaPon
about
Wellington’s
death.
Maybe
my
good
luck
will
come
then.
I
went
to
Mrs.
Shears
house,
but
she
just
ignored
me.
When
I
rang
a
second
Pme,
she
threatened
to
call
the
police
again.
I
cannot
tell
when
people
are
angry
with
me,
but
I
can
certainly
tell
if
I
am
unwanted,
so
then
I
decided
to
leave.
Before
I
leV,
I
took
a
quick
peek
at
the
backyard.
There
I
saw
the
pitchfork
that
was
used
to
kill
Wellington.
It
made
me
wonder,
“Did
Mrs.
Shears
kill
the
dog
herself?”
Maybe
someone
close
to
Mrs.
Shears,
such
as
Mr.
Shears.
3
years
ago
Mr.
Shears
cheated
on
Mrs.
Shears
with
another
women,
so
they
got
a
divorce.
Maybe
Mr.
Shears
killed
Wellington
to
make
Mrs.
Shears
unhappy.
I
went
to
the
next
house
on
the
right
that
turned
out
to
be
Mrs.
Alexander’s
house.
I
talked
to
her
about
what
happened
so
far
and
asked
her
about
Mr.
Shears.
She
suggested
that
maybe
my
father
was
right,
and
maybe
I
should
stop
this
invesPgaPon
because
it
could
be
dangerous,
I
did
not
need
to
waste
my
Pme,
So
I
just
ran
away.
I
don’t
care
what
people
tell
me,
I
am
going
to
find
out
who
killed
Wellington
and
no
one
will
stop
me.

4.
Diary
Entry
3
February
29,
1999
Last
night,
during
supper,
I
told
my
dad
that
I
think
Mr.
Shears
may
have
killed
Wellington.
It
did
not
turn
out
so
well.
He
banged
his
fist
on
the
table
really
hard
so
that
my
plate
and
his
knife
and
fork
jumped
around
and
my
ham
jumped
sideways
so
that
it
touched
the
broccoli.
Then
he
shouted,
‘I
will
not
have
that
man’s
name
menPoned
in
my
house.’(63)
He
told
me
Mr.
Shears
was
evil.
In
his
words
and
I
quote,
he
told
me
again:
“You
are
not
to
go
asking
anyone
about
who
killed
that
bloody
dog.
You
are
not
to
go
trespassing
in
other
people’s
gardens.
You
are
to
stop
this
ridiculous
bloody
detecPve
game
right
now,
promise?’(64).
Sadly
I
had
no
choice
but
to
promise
him
that
I
would
stop
invesPgaPng
on
Wellington’s
murder,
and
when
I
make
a
promise,
I
can
do
nothing
but
keep
it.
Proceed
to
next
Slide
à

5. Diary
Entry
3
Con/nued
March
2,
1999
Today
I
was
going
to
our
local
grocery
shop
to
buy
a
bar
of
Milky
Way
and
a
couple
of
liquor
ice
laces.
I
met
Mrs.
Alexander
there
too.
I
asked
her
“Why
does
my
dad
hate
Mr.
Shears
so
much?”
I
am
not
disobeying
my
dad’s
rules.
He
told
me
to
not
to
go
on
asking
anyone
about
who
killed
that
bloody
dog,
not
to
go
trespassing
in
other
people’s
gardens,
and
to
stop
this
ridiculous
bloody
detecPve
game.
Asking
Mrs.
Alexander
about
my
dads
relaPonship
with
Mr.
Shears
does
not
relate
to
Wellington’s
murder
at
all.
It
is
also
not
detecPve
work
.
I
am
just
a
son
showing
concern
for
his
father.
Mrs.
Alexander
told
me
that
Mr.
Shears
and
my
mother
were
very
close,
very,
very
close.
I
asked
her:
“Do
you
mean
that
they
were
doing
sex?”(76)
and
she
stood
speechless,
nodding
her
head.
When
I
got
home,
my
dad
asked
me
what
I
had
been
up
to,
so
I
told
him:
“I
went
to
the
shop
to
get
some
liquor
ice
laces
and
a
Milky
Bar”.
I
am
a
type
of
person
who
just
cannot
lie,
it
is
part
of
my
mental
disorder.
Although
right
now,
I
am
not
lying.
I
am
doing
something
called
a
White
lie.
This
is
when
you
tell
the
truth,
but
you
only
tell
half
of
it.
It
is
not
considered
lying.
Currently,
I
am
lying
on
my
bed
looking
at
the
ceiling.
The
reason
why
I
am
wriPng
in
the
first
place
is
to
hopefully
solve
the
murder,
turn
it
in
to
a
story
and
hopefully
be
able
to
publish
it.
Although
I
guess
this
is
the
end
of
my
book,
due
to
the
fact
that
I
can’t
invesPgate
on
the
murder
anymore.
Not
all
books
have
a
solid
ending
and
a
resoluPon,
and
I
guess
my
book
is
one
of
those
books.

6.
Diary
Entry
4
March
7,
1999
You
know
in
my
last
entry,
I
said
this
was
over?
Yup.
It
is
definitely
NOT
over.
Today
my
whole
life
flipped
over.
It
all
started
last
night
when
Dad
found
my
book
on
the
dinner
table.
He
ended
up
reading
it!
He
shouted
at
me
and
threw
me
against
the
wall.
My
blood
painted
the
brown
floor
red.
He
then
threw
my
book
in
the
garbage
can.
At
that
point,
I
thought
it
was
really
over.
All
my
research
is
now
gone.
The
next
day,
I
had
no
school
because
there
was
some
event
going
on.
When
my
dad
went
to
work
in
the
morning,
I
decided
to
take
my
book
back
from
the
garbage
can.
Although
when
I
opened
the
lid,
there
was
no
book
in
there.
I
decided
to
play
“Where’s
Waldo”
in
my
house.
I
searched
the
kitchen,
the
living
room,
and
my
dads
room.
This
is
where
my
life
turns
around.
I
found
my
book
in
his
cupboard.
When
I
opened
the
cupboard,
not
only
did
I
find
my
book,
but
I
found
a
bunch
of
envelopes.
They
were
all
addressed
to
me;
it
said
“Christopher
Boone”
on
the
front
of
each
envelope.
I
have
never
seen
these
envelopes
in
my
life.
I
decided
to
read
each
envelope,
one
by
one.
They
were
all
from
my
mother.
She
talked
about
her
day
and
how
she
misses
me
so
much.
She
also
stated
how
she
is
sorry
that
she
did
not
say
goodbye.
This
leV
me
puzzled
thinking,
“What?”
“I
thought
my
mom
was
dead?”
On
the
top
it
said
December
18,
1997.
That
was
a
year
aVer
my
mom
died.
My
dad
must
have
lied
to
me
all
this
Pme!
Reading
these
envelopes,
I
was
able
to
a4ach
the
missing
pieces
of
the
puzzle
together.
My
mom
is
now
living
with
Mr.
Shears,
and
my
parents
actually
got
divorced
3
years
ago!
I
brain
went
blank.
I
could
not
think
properly.
The
room
was
spinning
around
and
around.
Proceed
to
next
slide
à

7.
Diary
Entry
4
con/nued
March
7
1999
I
then
closed
my
eyes
and
curled
in
to
a
ball.
I
heard
the
door
open,
then
shut.
My
dad
was
shouted
“Christopher!
I’m
home!”
I
didn’t
answer,
I
couldn’t
answer.
I
was
frozen.
I
could
hear
him
coming
upstairs.
He
said,
“Christopher,
what
the
heck
are
you
doing?”(142)
When
he
entered
the
room,
I
heard
him
”What
in
the
world
are
you…?
That’s
my
cupboard,
Christopher.
Those
are…
Oh
shoot…
shoot,
shoot,
shoot,
shoot
shoot.’(143)Then
he
said
nothing
for
a
while.
I
could
feel
the
other
side
of
the
bed
sink
as
he
sat
down
next
to
me.
He
told
me
that
he
was
very
very
sorry
about
lying
to
me
all
these
years.
I
could
hear
the
small
tear
droplets
slamming
against
the
solid
floor.
He
told
me
he
would
never
lie
to
me
again.
I
sat
sPll
curled
on
the
bed
speechless.
Then
he
said
something
that
shocked
me.
He
said:
“I
killed
Wellington.”
My
heart
was
trying
to
bust
out
of
my
chest.
My
whole
body
turned
hot.
One
minute,
two
minutes,
maybe
even
a
thousand
minutes,
finally
he
eventually
leV
the
room.
Before
he
leV,
I
remember
him
saying
that
he
is
very
sorry
and
he
will
talk
to
me
more
in
the
morning.
Right
now
it
is
1:50
AM
in
the
morning.
I
can
hear
my
dad
snoring
out
loud
downstairs.
I
am
going
to
run
away.
Right
now
I
don’t
know
where
to
go,
but
I
need
to
get
out
of
this
house
because
my
dad
is
dangerous.
I
think
I
might
spend
the
night
in
the
garden.
Then
later
tomorrow
I
might
stay
with
Mrs.
Alexander’s,
or
maybe
move
to
London
to
live
with
my
mother.
I
found
her
address
from
the
le4ers
she
sent
me.
I
am
not
sure
what
obstacles
that
will
come
or
what
adventures
lie
ahead
of
me,
but
wish
me
luck!