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[kendall]

PAISLEY • ANNA• SUMMERS

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Paisley looked an absolute mess, like she hadn't washed for a week. But that was untrue, she washed before she came down here, several hours earlier when her sister went out with friend she herself somehow knew. Last time she checked she didn't even know their names. Paige asks if Paisley wanted to join their gossip but she passed, saying it would be better if she just went down to her studio. Minus the paint splattered, clay caked white tee shirt, she looked like she hadn't even tried to be neat. But she did. It was just a price you had to pay if you want to make something look worthwhile. 

Wiping the strand of hair that fell in-between her pursed lips, Paisley began to paint thick stripes on the dried clay. Humming as she work, Paisley added more and more metallic stripes to the edge of her half done master piece if you would call it that. Examining her work by walking around it. Paisley noticed a spot that was left untouched in the corner. Reaching over to touch it up she slipped on excess paint on the floor. Trying not to slip she grabbed the end of the table which yanked on her hair causing it to go all over. Thankfully she managed to retrieve her balance. But now the two stripes closest to her were run together because of her hair. 

"Da-" she started to form the word in her mouth but she just froze. Paisley couldn't remember what to say. It probably wasn't a word she used most often when she was seven years old or she would have remembered it. Throwing the paint brush down in frustration she fell back into a fold up chair. It was hard enough she couldn't remember half her life - why did she still have to be a klutz and ruin the whole thing? Well, she had to admit she didn't ruin it, just ran the paint into a different colors territory with her mass of brown hair that fell out of her bun. 

Paisley should have listened to Paige. This morning she offered to French braid it so it would stay up and out of the way. But she was way to much in a hurry an refuses trying to get to her workshop which was out in the woods, the only place the Peacekeepers would let her have it. So instead of a nice french braid she got a whack in the face because she wasn't patient. 

Reaching for the Radio, which could be older then her grandmother, Paisley cranked up the volume. She looked around in her shop. All these clay objects she didn't remember making. They were good but she didn't remember any of them. So how could she know they were really hers like mama said? 

[kendall]

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[theboywiththebread]

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".

[Sher is back :)]

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I chipped pieces of wood off as I dangled my feet over into the crispy air of District 7. The wood chips flew off like petals on a daisy on one of those, Love me, love me not moments. My leather journal right by my side, safe and sound from any danger, it was part of my life.

I had atleast been sitting up there for about 2 hours already, and the "bird" i was, trying, to carve was turning out like an ungly volture in my head, but others thought it looked nice. I hardly doubt that. I chipped off a big piece of its tail and Voi La! It was a little bluebird. It reminded me of a song, so I started to chirp like the little birds above me, and sure enough they answered back. their melodies like an angel singing on the brightest of summer days! It was beautiful!

Soon, I focused back on my artwork at hand. I sharpened my small silver tipped knife with a near by stone. The kife flicked off a piece of stone and it sailed beneath me. I looked down and sure enough, with my luck, it landed on a boy's head. I cursed under my breath when I noticed he was definetly bigger and stronger than me. Presumibaly he could pull me from my tree like a rag and beat me to a pulp. I stared in horror! I had no idea what he was going to do to me! I slapped my handsover my mouth to keep myself from talking, but then my small little wooden bird drop beneath onto the green undergrowth, the beak broke off, the most delicate part. Ok, now I was really in for it...

[kendall]

PAISLEY • ANNA• SUMMERS

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"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."

[Sher is back :)]

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I hid in the trees, I swear I was hugging it like a little toddler with a teddy bear. I saw the girl pick it up and hoped she wouldn't look up. She called out to the boy to show it to him. It's mine damn it! I have to get it back, have too! I spent too much time on it to let it go! I screamed to myself in my mind. "Umm, 'scuse me?" I called from the tree a bit shakily. "Umm, that bird is mine, sorry.I said apoligetically.

[theboywiththebread]

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?"

[Sher is back :)]

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"Uhh...err...Ha-Harmony." I said shakily. pretty much choking on my own words.I looked down at the boy, quite handsome, but it was already obviouse that he was in love with the other girl, Paisley. "I'm really sorry for dropping it, I was working on it. I said holding the knife. Then it slipped from my hands and tumbled to the ground also. I took a quick gasp of air. "Damn!" I squeaked in a mousy voice. Suddenly I lost my balance and found myself dangling from a branch my one hand, about 5 feet from the ground. "Damn!Damn!Damn! " I gasped helplessly.I am going to die. I thought to myself grimly. My feet struggled in the air and my hand was getting clammy and losing grip...

[theboywiththebread]

"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.

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I felt my stomach flip when I fell. It felt like forever as I sailed down. I expected a crack from my bones, and the feeling of grass beneath me, but instead, I felt nothing else than a warm body. I looked into the boy's eyes as he let me down. I explained that I simply fell from the tree. You know. Lost my balance and fell. "I chop, or cut, or, errr, carve." I explained. A warm wind blew through and for some reason, it felt weird, like there was a coldness behind this conversation, but I don't know what."Oh, thankyou for catching me by the way. I would have definetly broken something if you didn't." I said rubbing my neck.

[theboywiththebread]

“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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I looked at him in astonishment."Really?! I would love too! maybe, or, do you have glue by chance?" I asked holding the beak to my bird in my hand. "Maybe i can paint it too?" I put in.
The shop looked dinty and neat, well, atleast the first half. towards the back it looked the total opposite. Raw clay stacked in brick like forms ontop of one another. Un painted clay pots also lay around waiting for a cool coat of vibrant color to embelish it and bring it life. As messy as it was, it was entirely welcoming! I love art, especially carving, but I have never painted my carvings before, I would love to try it.

[kendall]

PAISLEY • ANNA• SUMMERS

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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."  

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Minutes had passed since Harmony had started to work over on the bird she had dropped. She looked so immersed in her work that I left her to it and went to talk to Paisley again, but she seemed in some sort of trance.

"Paisley?" I ask. No reply.
"Paisley?" I ask again, this time louder. It seems to get through.

Paisley still seems dazed when we start to talk again, but I don't let it distract me. Should I ask?

"So, what year are you in? I mean at School?" I ask, starting simple.

She answers, and I ask another question.

"So, erm, when do you get your sculpting wood from? Because my family owns the Lumber Mill. If you needed some, you could, I don't know, come round and pick it up some time? Or I could bring it, I usually do the deliveries to the Buyer's. If you do, here's a order sheet. You just have to mail it to us. My- erm, I mean, the Mill's address in on the bottom." That's a start, I think.

Paisley politely thanks me, and I swear I could just see a sweeping smile on Harmony's face...

[kendall]

PAISLEY • ANNA• SUMMERS

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I was so into my work I barley noticed Pine trying to talk to me. He had to basically scream my name to get me to get out my trance. I usually loose myself in my art. It's how I can express my feelings in a none verbal way. It makes me feel like no one can judge me when I sculpt since no one really gets my art anyway.

" 10th grade. " I say, looking up from my painting briefly to acknowledge the fact I am listening now. It's almost the en of the school year and I am waiting patiently for summer. Only one reaping until summer and I don't have to worry about school work or anything related to it. Only me and my art.

When the boy starts to ramble on and on about wood I stop my painting completely. I could tell he was nerves and I felt bad about it since I didn't want to be intimidating. "Er - thanks Pine." I say, talking the piece of paper and setting it in my folder for everything. "I sculpt with clay though." I correct trying to be less intimidating.

"My dads a lumber worker." I say not to anyone in particular. "My mother owns the bakery in the town square."