You were in pottery class, sitting at a desk with no one else except this one girl. She was tall and strong, sitting across from you with her own set of clay.

No matter how many times the teacher told her what to do, she kept messing up and bending the clay too far back. She started to get frustrated.

"Damn clay won't shape right!"

She yelled angrily and glanced over at your hands as they worked on the clay delicately. She sighed and shook her head before going back to her own clay.