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 Then Jeffs hand went up with a really stupid question, no doubt. It just figures that he would just make things worse for the new girl. I wasn't surprised by the stupid question he asked just to keep her up front so that he could stare at her. He tends to do this with every new girl that isn't ugly when they arrive. "Are you right or left handed?" They just don't realize how shy she is. But I know what to look for to know if somebody is shy. But they are completely oblivious. "Um..." she started, sounding like she was trying to deside between the two. "Molly, do you write with your right or your left hand?" the teacher asked impatiently. The teacher was looking really annoyed. That seemed to make her just blurt it out, like she was absolutely determined to please the teachers. "I'm ambidextrous!" she said, looking thouroughly horrified. None of the other students knew what ambidextrous meant. They were looking around curiously, mostly toward the braniacs, who, for once, were just as clueless. The teacher was looking at her with an expression that said,"Yeah, right.And I'm superman." But being a bookworm has its' advantages, thus, I knew. Being shy does have its' advantages too. When your social life is this slow all the time, mostly cause honestly I don't have the nerve to introduce myself, often you resort to books. I was careful not to show my surprise though I'm not quite sure I was copletely successful. Who would have thought that she was that special. Well, I guess you can't judge a book by its' cover. Wow, she can use both hands equally. I'm really artistic. My drawings are sometimes sold for a small amount of money, though they're worth more. I could do so many more drawings in a such a short amount of time if I was ambidextrous. The teacher asked the class then, "Does anybody want to tell the class what ambidextrous means?" Then, everything went from loud and confused chatter, to silent and expectant. Nobody's hand went up to volunteer the information; the teachers' eyes scanned the students waiting expectantly, paying specific attention to her top students. So, slowly, warily, and with total lack of fortitude, I raised my hand. The look on the teachers' face told me that she wasn't expecting this from the shy guy that rarely speaks up in class, not even when she would call on me out of nowhere, when she knew I was paying attention, the one, that even when he knew the answer was too shy to speak loudly enough for her to hear me. "Ambidextrous," I started, "means that you can use both hands equally well." Then the class burst into whispered conversations, and muffled acusations. next page