<div align="center"><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Morgan Cohen</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br/>As in everything else, when it came to cleaning the beach Morgan pursued speed and efficiency over thoroughness and quality. She'd already made a lap of the area she'd been assigned by the time most of the others arrived. As she deposited another discarded beer bottle in her garbage bag, she tried not to look too hard at Allison and her friends.<br/><br/>What had gone wrong, she wondered as she jogged easily across a dune. It seemed like she was always getting mixed signals from her friend. After all, Allison had never said that they weren't supposed to be together anymore, she'd just stopped talking and started acting like Morgan needed to know her 'place', whatever that was. Morgan waved to another classmate, a quiet girl who was in her fourth year of computer science study and never really talked to anyone. She wished she could just get over Allison and move on, but part of her still clung to the thought of the two of them, as if it could somehow be reclaimed.<br/><br/>It couldn't, of course. After all, she wasn't about to play their games. What she could do, she thought as she saw Peter walk on to the beach, was help someone else maybe feel a bit less alone. "Hey Pete. Terrible day for this, isn't it?" She clapped him gently on the shoulder, walking beside him, as she spoke. "It feels like forever when it's happening, but it'll be over before we know it. I hope."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/><strong>Location::.</strong> the beach || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> mixed-up || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> t-shirt and shorts<br/></span></div>