We Need to Talk

I was waiting for a couple of friends to buy tickets to our school musical nearby a couple mentally handicapped kids. This one girl comes up to me and says real loud,"Hey, what's your name?" she held out her hand to shake mine. "Hi, I'm Kelly," I replied shaking back. "What's your name?" I asked while she continued to shake my hand with both her hands. "Just a second," she said turning to her teacher.

"Hey, HEY!" she shouted.
"What is it?" replied her teacher.
"I need to talk to her!"
"Do you know her?"
"Yeah, yeah I do, we need to go talk over there," she says jumping on the teachers arm and pointing at the front door.
"What's her name?" the teacher asked her.
"Kelly," she responded.
"Do you know her?" the teacher asked me.
"Uhh... no we just met," I said nervously.

I began to walk away.

"You do not do that!" the teacher scolded between clenched teeth.
"WAIT! WAIT!" the girl called after me. She starts to run towards me and the teacher has to hold her back.
"Take my hand! Take my hand!" she screamed.

I reach over and take her hand.

"You know what? I love you!" she smiles.
"Oh, I love you too," I reply, "I have to go now."
"I love you. I - LOVE - YOU!" she called after me.

That girl makes me laugh. I never did find out her name, but I think she was using me to escape. The special ed teachers ask their students if they know the names of the people they want to talk to in order to confirm whether or not they know the person, but they must have caught on to that tricky girl's ways.