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"How do you like your new space?" my dad asks, filling up the coffee machine with coffee beans.
"It's not as bad as I thought, I guess." I subconsciously pick the seeds off of my bagel.
"What did I tell you? I knew you would like it. And, plus, once you unpack everything else, it will feel just like home."
"I don't know about that." I laugh.
We sit in silence for a few seconds while I continue to eat breakfast and he makes coffee.
"Hey, uh, I saw some of the kids around here talking to you yesterday. Were they nice? Did you make any new friends?" he asks, searching through the fridge for coffee creamer.
"Oh, um.. yeah, they were nice. As nice as a Kook can be." I take another bite of my food. "But no, I definitely wouldn't say I'm friends with any of them."
"Well, your mom and I thought you could go to the beach cleanup this morning and help out with some of the people there. The volunteers are your age, and it will help you make more friends on this side of town."
I hesitate a little before I answer. "Why do I need to make new friends? It's not like we moved across the country. I can still see the Pogues."
"We just thought that because you're going to school on Figure Eight this year, it might help to know some people before you start."
"I guess." I mumble.
I put my dishes away and head upstairs to get ready. I throw on a red bikini and a knitted long sleeve and add some random braids into my hair before reaching for my keys.
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By the time I park my car and start walking toward the shore, I already spot Sarah, Topper and Kelce. They seem to be sharing a bottle full of some sort of liquid. A girl who looks to be about twelve or thirteen eventually takes a swig of the mixture when she thinks nobody is looking. Sarah, who I'm assuming is her older sister, quickly grabs the bottle and yells something at Kelce. I can't help but laugh to myself.
An older woman with an intense amount of sunscreen comes up to me and hands me a trash bag and a trash picker to go with it. I start on the west side of the shore and make my way to the east side. I find lots of plastic pack rings, newspapers, and napkins. As I'm trying to pick up a paper towel, the wind keeps blowing it farther away from me. I'm sure I look like an absolute idiot while trying to chase this thing down. 
Suddenly, a pair of pink vans appear next to the piece of trash. "This one seems to be giving you trouble." Sarah kindly laughs as she picks up the paper towel with her trash picker. 
"I guess I didn't realize how windy it would be." I respond.
"The wind on the beach is crazy around this time of year. I'm not really sure why they choose to do the trash pickup during this week, of all weeks."
I smile and politely laugh as we continue picking up trash next to each other. 
"So, what made your family want to move out here? I heard about there being a new surgeon at the hospital and I thought maybe that could be related to you." Sarah says.
"Yeah, that's my mom. She used to run a volunteer hospital but decided to switch to a higher paying job. We lived on the Cut up until now."
"Oh yeah, I remember you. I've seen you around for as long as I can remember. In fact, I vividly remember being super jealous of you in kindergarten. You had these really cool light up sneakers and I was so envious." she laughs.