Skiing in the US

"I guess I remember something." said Mariana sitting next to Zoe and Sophia. "I remember my grandpa was mad the one and 1st time I made a vase." she giggled.

Jemma was astonished. She was way older than all of them, but they seemed to have done things that she had never thought of. She guessed that she was brought up in a different time.
"Well, my parents never did anything like this, really." she told them, "I did a lot of painting when I was younger. I still do, actually. I never make things from scratch though." she told them all. She hoped that she wouldn't be too bad at this. She had a feeling that she would be awful at this. Her feelings were right more often than not. The Seer gene coming out in her, she figured.

Jemma scanned the room, looking for some clue of what to do. She saw a big metal box-like thing in the corner, with 'CLAY' stamped across the front.
"There's a stash of clay in the corner," she told the others, not knowing if any of them had seen it yet. If they had, they hadn't mentioned it.
"I'm guessing that's a good place to start!"

Zoe stood watching the others. "I think I will watch you guys for a while. Then I might join in. Not really sure about it. Not really." Zoe admitted. It was wierd saying that she didn't know what to do with the clay.

"Aww, are you sure Zoe?" Jemma asked her, "I've never done anything like this before. I'll probably be awful at it, but I'm going to try. Should be good fun." she said, trying to encourage Zoe to join in with this pottery. It was true Jemma had never done this before.

Jemma walked over towards the opposite side of the room, and took a lump of clay. She carried it back towards the table at which her friends were sitting at. She put the clay on the table and stared at it. She saw some mats under the table. She guessed she was meant to put the clay on the mat. She grabbed a mat and replaced the clay on top of it. She had now run out of things to do.
"Ok, I'm already stuck!" she said in a jokey voice, although it was completely true.

Zoe laughed as she watched Jemma. "Yea I am very sure. I think I am enjoying watching you." She touched the lump of clay that Jemma had put on a mat. "Yuck." Zoe quickly wiped her hand on her pants. "How does this make a clay pot?" That was something she had no idea. Zoe was completely clueless when it came to this entire idea.

Jemma laughed as Zoe poked the clay. Jemma started to mould the clay into random shapes, as she didn't know what else to do.
"I have no idea what to do either!" she told Zoe, which for some odd reason made her laugh even more. She was in a strange mood.
"Do any of you guys have any idea on how do start?" she asked everyone else, hopefully. A couple of them had said that they had done this before, she seemed to remember. She wished one of them knew what to do and could teach her.

Zoe looked around the room to Soph and Danny. They seemed to know what they were doing but they were really busy. "Can't say I do." Zoe told Jemma. Finally she decided to break down and try it. She went and got a lump of clay for herself. "Yuck." Zoe said out loud as she came to sit near Jemma. "Ok. I'm about where you are. Now what?"

Sophia chuckled at Zoe and Jemma. "Do you two need help?"Sophia asked as she took her foot off the pedal that was turning her clay. "I'll be happy to help if you want me to."said Sophia smiling at hem.

[Soz forgot about this topic]

(Danny was already sitting at the potters wheel with clay on the spinning bat. He made his hand into a cup and tried to straighten it into a cone.)

Zoe looked up as she heard Soph's voice. "Yea I think we probably could use a lttle help." Zoe told her as she looked down at her hands. The lump of clay was still just that a huge lump. "At least I know that I could use it." Zoe told her with a small laugh.