Clara was feeling very out of place at the Beach Bash. Everyone had their close knit group of friends they were hanging out with, and she had come alone and would probably spend the majority of it alone too. It was her fault, of course, she wasn’t the type to put herself out there, but that’s why she was here. To change that. To be fun. Taking a deep breath, she bounded up to the first group of people she saw, praying that they’d be nice. “Hey! Do you mind if I hang out with you? I have snacks.” She held up her lunch pail she’d stuffed with all kinds of candy and chips. “And I’m actually killer at most games. I have incredible hand-eye coordination for someone who’s never actually played a sport.”