Christopher Boone Book Report

That young boy’s name was Christopher Boone he seemed to know all the countries of the world and their capitals and even every prime number up to 7,507 he was a smart men but suffered from Asperger which was a autism of a sort , eight years he met a lady named Siobhan who showed him a picture of emoji’s such as sadness which he felt for that dog wellington , happiness which seemed to remind him of reading a book about Apollo space missions or when he walk outside at 3 or 4’oclock in the morning up and down the street which seemed to make him feel like he was the only person in the world , he was a strange kid who liked to be alone and away from other people .
Siobhan would draw lots of faces for Christopher and write down the meaning, Christopher

a scream was heard in the distance as a middle aged women came running from her patio wearing her pg.’s and a housecoat, she wore no shoes and you could she hear pink toenails she was Mrs shears, he turned around to meet the women as she shouted at him for killing her dog “what the fuck’s name have done to my dog? “. Christopher looked at her confused as to what she meant and slowly followed her eyes at to what she was looking at, there he saw the poor dog lying in his arms as he was covered in blood but he didn’t understand the problem in holding the dog. he hated when people shouted at him “ it makes me sacred that they’re going to hit me or touch me “ he slowly backed away from the dog because he didn’t know what was going to happen , she shouted at him to “let go of the dog “ but he seemed to not understand as he held the dog closer to him as she watched him still holding she yelled at him “ let go of the fucking dog for Christ’s sake “ feeling frustrated that he didn’t get what she meant the first time . Chris feeling sacred put the dog on the ground and hurriedly moved away from the raging women who was upset about her dog and seemed to blame Christopher, she bent down afraid to pick up the dog, wellington was covered in blood which caused Mrs shears to start screaming at the top of her lungs which caused him to cover his ears an close his eyes afraid of being deaf from the mourning women. he rolled forward in a haunted position with his forehead pressed on the grass as he tried to find a way to get away from the sound that erred his ears and