Different Type of School: Kelly

The husky barked at her, then left the room for a moment, conveniently. "Miss Robertson?" Jon whispered. She didn't turn. He walked around her, and she looked up. "Hi," she said. "Are you here for class?" "No...I'm getting out of here," he said. "What are you doing here all alone?" "I was bad...but they are teaching me to behave," she said. "I'm Kelly...what's your name?" "Miss Robertson..." "That's a funny name," she giggled. "No...my name is Jon...but you know me..." he insisted. Had they scrambled her brain or something? And who was they...he didn't know who was responsible for this? "Let's get out of here and get you some help," he said. "They said to stay," she said, pointing at the board, which had the word Stay on it. "Miss...ummm...Kelly. Do you remember yesterday?" She shrugged. "I guess..." "You're my sister's teacher..." "I'm not a teacher, I'm a student, just like you," she said. Jon groaned.