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Pine Di-Cresta had been having a terrible day. First off, his favourite Axe had, out of the blue, split into two halves the first swing he took at a tree. This meant that he had to use a shabby old one from the pantry that his Dad used to use when he was about 20. And on top of that, this meant that Pine would have to spend $100 of his own money to buy a new one, if he wanted one as good as the former Axe that broke that very same morning.


3 Downs to his name already, many more were to come. Using the shabby Axe meant that Pine couldn't cut wood as fast or as cleanly as usual, leading to a big rollicking from his Dad, who had to work twice as hard.

And if that wasn't enough, when Pine had finally hauled the 10th bag of wood all the way down to the Buyer's shop, he was only given $300 for the less than adequate supply of Pine wood.

And if that wasn't enough, $300 Dollars meant that Pine couldn't take any out to treat himself, as the supply would only be enough to feed his family Rice and a Squirrel, maybe a large bird pushing it, each day for the next two weeks. His Mum, Dad & Sister won't be happy. They won't be happy at all.

The only let off that Pine got all day was his Mother telling him that he was needed to go to the Pottery & Art Shop about a Mile away from there home, to pick up a Clay Pot. There previous one had broken at about 3am, when the Cat had pushed it off the counter. That cat was always mischievous.

So Pine set off. He walked less than 300 meters when he had to pass a bunch of ogling girls. He never liked these girls, as he always felt incredibly vain when he was being admired from a far. However he just kept striding through the town, and soon the girls left him alone.
he village was quite crowded, noisy and all round cramped. It must be 'Buying Time'.

His father always called it 'Buying Time', which Pine never understood. It may as well have been called 'Observing Time' because hardly anyone ever buys anything, just looks at stuff longingly and then moves to the next stall.

However, Pine shuffled past the 'Buyers' and soon spotted the Pottery Shop. He headed over towards it, and when he was inside, the outside noise was shut out. It was as if he was in a different world. And he liked this world. This peaceful, quite world. A potter's world.

When he finally observed the whole shop, he noticed that everything inside was beautiful. Rows upon Rows of magnificent clay designs, from Flower Pots to Cooking Pots, drinking pots, carrying pots. Everything beautiful. And then there was the Girl.

The Girl, as beautiful as the pots around her. Her angled face, especially around the cheekbones was a sight to behold. It was as beautiful as the Snow Days the rolled into District 7 unexpectedly; quiet, peaceful, untouched, calm.

Her deep brown eyes stood out from her face, but it had no bad effect on her beauty. Pine was a little taken aback at first, but regained focus in a matter of seconds.

"Erm... Did you make all these?" he asked. He had meant to say "Hi." but the words didn't come out.

"Well... I'm not too sure. My Mother said I did" she replied. Her voice was so soft.

"They're beautiful".

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(( sorry for changing persons on you :3 ))

"You think so?" I say not even looking up at the masculine voice that entered my corner of happiness.  I hope I didn't come off as rude because I had to admit I was a little frustrated that he entered my workshop without knocking. I stopped myself though because my probably small frown turned into a smile. I must be so used to be alone I wasn't used to people coming up and talking to me. Ever sense I woke up without my memory, all of my so called friends and classmates have ignored me with a sympathetic smile. It bother me a bit for the fact I was still Paisley Anna Summers. Well, just a really confused Paisley Anna Summers for that matter. 

I look up from my radio to see a boy looking at me. He was younger then me by a year at the most. Wiping  the paint off my face  and hands on my jeans the best I could, I offered him my hands. "I am Paisley." I really hoped once he heard my name he didn't start treating me differently. The word of my 'accident' was all over town by now, especially my mother owning the bakery. 

"So what do you do?" I ask picking my paint brush back up dipping it in paint and another without any. Putting the clean paintbrush behind my ear acting as a bobby pin I began to fix up my sculpture. His presence made me want to start up again. "Do you like to sculpt?" I ask without stopping my work. I pointed to the tan pot in the corner of the table to the right of me. "You can paint that one if you want." I offer, giving the paint brush in my ear to him. 

"So - " I start but lost in the radio broadcast interrupting my music. The radio buzzed about how the 60th Hunger Game had ended and the victor is a district 2 boy named Julian. I hate when they talk about how the last tribute dies. But the Capitol is trying to hide it all by saying Julian killed Reyes, a boy from 1, but everyone knew the truth. Paisley was saying how he killed himself which was worse I thought. It's nit good for the Capitol with hunger game suicides for that matter. 

I sigh, switching the radio to the next channel.   "Sorry - I can't listen to it." I apologised just in case he was one of those people that like ti know what happened. In my opinion I would have liked to loose my memory of the Hunger Games not how I can't remember my best friends name. 

When I went back to my work I noticed a little plop. Turning to the sound I glance at the boy to see if he knew. Maybe he brought more people? Walking out of the workshop I bend down to see a little wooden bird laying there, with the beak sitting next to it. Picking it up I examine it. It was detailed - very pretty. Looking around there was no one was there. 

"Hey look at this!" I call out to the boy walking back into my workshop, well more like a work shed. Maybe I could fix it. I think setting it one the table searching the rack for some glue.  "Isn't it pretty? I found it under the tree."

Paisley. Pretty Name. Pretty Face. I like that name, but admittedly it's a little strange. But being called Pine, I really have no room to talk.

"So what do you do?" the girl asked as I admired the shop (And her.)

"Me?" I ask, "Oh, I chop wood for my parent's Lumber Mill. I quite enjoy it, and I really don't know why. It's almost like I'm forced to do it, I was just born into it. But I do go into the woods a lot." I hope she could follow that, because I could just barely follow it.

"So do you like to Sculpt?" Paisley asks. I'm about to go into a fully fledged paragraph about only having sculpted in Art Class before, but she cuts me off. "You can paint that one if you want to"

"Thanks." I say, taking the brush, before picking up the carefully sculpted pot she pointed out to me. I put it on the desk and begin to paint it blue. Mid-way through my thoughts about colours, my Axe and this Girl that I'm suddenly painting with. A Hunger Games broadcast comes on the radio, but I've heard it all before. Blah blah, Capitol lying about someone who commmited suicide in the Arena, blah blah. Before I realise it, she's apologizing for turning it off. I don't object.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around then?" I say to Paisley, before leaving the shop. However, she's calling me back. I turn, and she's kneeled next to a wooden bird. It's very detailed, but it's beak's broken off.

She turns and goes back to the desk with it, looking for glue.

"Isn't it pretty?" Paisley says.

"It is, it is. Almost as pretty as you." I calmfully say. My insides as almost dying with nervousness, but my voice couldn't be calmer. That simple sentence threw this busy girl off course.

"Pardon...?" she says, obviously taken aback. "You think I'm pretty?"

Here I go. "I think you're beautiful." I get out. She's stunned by this revelation, maybe no-ones ever called her beautiful before? I highly doubt it, though. It might be the fact that we just met.

There's a very awkward silence, before something even more awkward happens.

A shaky voice calls from a tree above us, "Umm, 'scuse me. Ummm, that bird is mine. Sorry."

The first thought I have is one of a strange confusion. Why was there a girl watching us from a tree? And how come she was carrying a bird? What could she possibly have been doing? So many questions, but I start with a simple one.

"What's your name?"

"Harmony?" I asked, looking up at this girl, even more questions running through my mind. "That's a really pretty name."

And I was telling the truth. Before I could think anymore though, Harmony began to speak again. She was apologizing for dropping her bird, but I think she was going to drop something else too... herself!

Out of nowhere, Harmony was dangling from the tree she was in, losing her grip. As if it was in my nature, I sprinted to the tree and positioned myself, she fell... but it was straight into my arms. We started straight into each other's eyes, and then I put her down.

"What are you doing?" I ask. "You almost died!"

She fell. That's all she explained.

"Well, do you sculpt or chop or... what?" I ask.

“Oh, It’s nothing” I explain. “Just helping someone that was in need.”
I stared at the girl, and she stared back. It was only two seconds, but felt like more.
“Well, if you want to come inside, sculpt, paint or something?.If that’s, ok, Paisley?”
Wow, in a shop with two beautiful girls. My day really is picking up.

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[ Oh Shoot! Sorry for not replying!!! It's kida short :/ ]

I felt a wave of guilt run through my veins when the girl dropped and all I did was stand there and gasp - not making any attempts to catch her. I was more in shock that I couldn't move. My worse nightmare would he that she would assume I didn't care about her. Which I do, I was just shocked. Shocked with the fact the pair of teenagers weren't treating me different and the boy thought I was pretty. Not many people call me pretty. Except Drew.. I think, ...except Drew...

I snapped back into the reality world when the girl asked for glue. At that time I realised how incredibly stupid I was acting. Just sitting there with a smile of my face watching as the pair chatted like out friends. Though I swear they have never met. 

I nod. "Yeah, it's over here -" Running over to my shed I rummage threw my bin to remember I took it out earlier. Sighing to myself I smiled at the clear sticky concoction in my hand. Flipping it in the air like a baton as I walked I laughed. "I was planning to fix it." I say handing the girl the tube of glue. "Oh! And stay a long as you like."