Mia--Fascinating

“Thank you. Mr. Fen, for that wonderful story on your first encounter with your brother’s very unfortunate friend.” Mrs. Henry stated. “Okay, who’s next?” A confident hand shot up into the air, Mrs. Henry smiled.
“Mr. Kingston, it’s about time, please enlight the class with the story of your encounter that’s made an everlasting impression you.” Mr. Kingston smiled, “Trust Miss D, it will be very interesting.” Mrs. Henry, just rolled her eyes at the nickname and sat back down. Jason Kingston looked around his College Creative Writing class, many of the students were interested in what his special ‘encounter’ was going to be.
Jason looked down at his paper and began to read: “It was cold that day, when I met her. I saw her from the library steps, sitting on a bench reading a extremley huge book. I mention extremely huge, since she was extremely small, I actually thought that she was a highschool freshmen that was waiting for her older brother or something. So, with me, being a very curious human being, I went up to her, sat down on her bench, but before I could ask her who she was waiting for, she did this little shuffle of her feet, placed her book in her lap, and started to rub her arms. ‘It’s soooo .... cooooold.’ She stated, rather obviously in my opinion. I started to laugh, ‘What’d you expect? It’s 50 degrees outside.’ She just glared at me and then she started to rub her hands. I watched for about an hour or so, she would read for a couple of minutes, shuffle her feet, rub her arms, and her hands, then she’ll start the cycle all over again.
‘Here, give me your hands.’ I said. She looked at me suspiciously. ‘Why?’ ‘So I can blow on it.’ I explained.
‘So you can contaminate the air?’
‘Huh?’
She sighed, and shook her head. ‘How am I contaminating the air?’
‘Let’s see, your giving out fumes of carbon dioxide, you're spreading the smell of the bacon you had this morning, and don’t even get me started on the germs you could be giving to me.’
‘Wow... you really don’t hold anything back.’
‘Yep.’ She glanced back down at her book.
And then it got me thinking, ‘What do you think about the Mona Lisa?’ ‘An ugly man.’

‘Napoleon?’
‘A midget.’
‘Michelangelo’s painting of Adam and God?”
‘Don’t understand why there pointing at each other.’
‘Henry VIII?’
‘The one who sleeps with everybody, and then kills everybody.’
I’m almost afraid to ask. ‘The Titanic?’
‘The old lady was probably on meds when she dropped the necklace in the sea,
which one of the reason’s why you shouldn’t give old ladies jewelry, they lose it, all the time.’ She said with a straight face. ‘Wow, you’re really....... fascinating.’ I wanted to say crazy delusional, but I was afraid she’d hurt me. She turned to me, and for the first time, she smiled, and then laughed. And that’s when I realized, why I came over and sat down next to her.”
“Wow, man, that was really deep.” Mr. Fen said.
“Of course it was I made it up.” Jason turned to Mrs. Henry. “Did I melt your heart Miss D.”
Mrs. Henry rolled her eyes. “Class is over, dismiss. Mr. Kingston, hand me your paper.” She quickly gave it a grade and passed it back to Jason. He looked at his grade when he stepped out of class, and stopped. He was staring at a big letter A, when he heard the familiar shuffle of feet, and the rubbing of the arms and hands. He turned around, and saw a small girl with a Creative Writing textbook looking up at him, “Wow,” she said, “you're really...... fascinating.”