My Name

My name is Christopher John Francis Boone I am fifteen years old

I know all the countries of the world and their capital cities and every prime number up to 7,057 I am very good at maths

I can do maths in my head I like maths because it is not illogical.

I was standing in the garden when I saw Mrs. Shears' dog, Wellington, lying on the lawn He was a golden retriever I like dogs

But I do not like it when they lick my face Wellington was dead I could see that There was blood all over his fur

I did not know who had killed him I wanted to find out.

The Investigation

I decided to investigate the murder of Wellington I wrote down some questions in my book Who had killed Wellington? Why had they killed him?

I would have to ask people some questions I do not like talking to people They always ask me questions and I do not know what to say

But I had to do it if I wanted to find out who had killed Wellington.

I went to Mrs. Shears' house She was crying I did not know what to say I just stood there

She told me that she had been out in the garden and had seen someone killing Wellington But she had not seen who it was

I asked her if I could look at the garden She said yes.

What I Found

I looked at the garden. I saw some footprints. They were big footprints. I followed them. They led to the fence. I could see that someone had climbed over the fence. I did not know who it was. I would have to keep looking.

I found a piece of paper on the ground It was a letter It was from my mother But it was not addressed to me

It was addressed to someone else I did not understand My mother had died I knew that My father had told me But this letter said something different.

The Truth

I started to read the letter It said that my mother was still alive I did not believe it My father had told me that she was dead

But the letter said that she was living in London I did not know what to do I felt scared I did not know what was true.

My mother is alive.

I had to find out more. I had to go to London. I had to see my mother. I did not know what would happen. But I had to do it.

What Happened Next

I decided to go to London I had never been to London before I did not know how to get there But I had to try

I took some money from my father's wallet I got on the train I felt scared I did not know what would happen.

The train was crowded I did not like it I had to stand up I did not know where to go But I kept going

I had to find my mother I got off the train at Paddington Station I did not know where to go But I kept walking.

The End

I found my mother She was living in a flat in London I was scared I did not know what to do

But I had to talk to her I told her that I had found her letter She was surprised She did not know that I had found it

We talked for a long time I learned a lot of things I learned that my mother was still alive

I learned that my father had been lying to me.

I was angry I did not know what to do But I knew that I had to go back home I had to talk to my father

I had to find out why he had lied to me I went back to the train station I got on the train I went back home

I felt tired I felt scared But I knew that I had to do it

I had to find out the truth. My father was waiting for me at the station He looked worried I did not know what to say

But I knew that I had to tell him that I knew the truth.