{"id":4176,"date":"2015-05-26T07:30:38","date_gmt":"2015-05-26T07:30:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web02.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters2\/?p=4176"},"modified":"2015-05-26T07:30:38","modified_gmt":"2015-05-26T07:30:38","slug":"a-characters-visit-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/archives\/4176","title":{"rendered":"A Character’s Visit"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last week, Dustfinger, from Inkheart<\/em>, came to our class to study for a week. I was very excited, as Inkheart<\/em> is one of my favourite books, and Dustfinger is a very special character, from all the books I\u2019ve read.\u00a0 He could not be classified simply as good or bad. I have been eager to know more about him since years ago. However, my classmates weren\u2019t that pleased. His outfit was weird to them and what annoyed them most was the scars on his face, and those eyes that were as sharp as knives.<\/p>\n

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Dustfinger sat at the back corner of the classroom on the first day. His hostile face scared away lots of kind smiles.<\/p>\n

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The first two lessons were Home Economics lessons. I saw Dustfinger\u2019s eyes lit up as he saw those stoves and ovens. My partner was absent so I paired up with him. I knew that Dustfinger\u2019s hobby was playing with fire, but unfortunately, we were baking queen cakes that lesson. Dustfinger didn\u2019t listen to the teacher\u2019s instructions and played with fire. Due to some accidents, our queen cake was burnt and we got 3 marks out of 10 only.<\/p>\n

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In recesses and lunchtime, Dustfinger was always alone. I tried to approach him but his icy stare sent me away.<\/p>\n

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The second day was better. The first two lessons made Dustfinger sleep, but the teachers just ignored him. In the History lesson, though, Dustfinger was deeply interested in the topic of French Revolution. He asked many questions about it. But surprisingly. in recess, he asked me to answer some more questions. I was shocked but willing to help him. Probably because he found me trustworthy, he asked me, \u201cDo you know where I came from?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201c Inkheart<\/em>,\u201d I said, my eyes sparkling.<\/p>\n

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Then he smiled. It was the first smile I\u2019ve ever seen on his face.<\/p>\n

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\u201c So, you\u2019ve read the book.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201c How did you know? Our teacher told us the answer.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201c Your eyes told me so.\u201d He replied gently. \u201cYour eyes are like those eyes of Silvertongue\u2019s daughter. Full of words.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201c Meggie, you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201c Yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

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And that\u2019s how our friendship started.<\/p>\n

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We then stuck together in all recesses, lunchtimes and after school. My friends weren\u2019t happy, though. They still thought Dustfinger was weird and scary. They stopped approaching me and stayed away from me for a long time. That\u2019s fine for me, for I\u2019ve got Dustfinger anyway.<\/p>\n

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The last day was the best. In CTP lesson, Dustfinger was deeply emotional. It was about the ISIS killing the Japanese journalist. I knew why he reacted like that. He had experienced similar stuff.<\/p>\n

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At last, Dustfinger had to go. We were chatting in the Roman Square. There was a question I longed to ask him.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHow did you come here?\u201d I whispered. My eyes were searching for his expression, but he was staring at the ground. His long hair covered half of his face, so I couldn\u2019t see it clearly.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI was going back to where I belong to but failed,\u201d Dustfinger said with a sigh. \u201c Silvertongue and Meggie tried to help, but I got here instead.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201c So, you are still trying to go back, even now.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201c Of course.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201c But it\u2019s dangerous, a place full of darkness and sin.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201c Capricorn\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201c But his mother\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cSo, you still remember the Magpie,\u201d said Dustfinger with a faint smile. And that was the last smile I\u2019ll ever see on his face.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI know, she is alive and will be a pain, but that is where I belong, where fairies and trolls surround me. Even if I\u2019m having a sad ending, I still have to go back into the book.\u201d Dustfinger told me, his eyes on me were no longer icy, like on the first day, but full of hope, power and faith.<\/p>\n

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\u201cThanks for teaching me that you can\u2019t judge one person by his appearance and behaviour. Farewell, my friend.\u201d And off he went, searching for the way back home.<\/p>\n

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However, as I watched him go, inside me, a voice called out, \u201cNo, Dustfinger. It was you who taught me such a lesson.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Chong Mei Sze Cindy<\/strong><\/p>\n

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