Even with the strength of thirty young people, it took them hours to make the Westside beach look clean. More of them had spent their time talking and bonding than doing any actual work but Nessa could not complain. After all, it was one of their aims : to get the two packs together.
The sun was right above Nessa's head, sending trickles of sweat down the sides of her forehead. She filled the last of empty plastic bottles and such she could spot into a black trash bag.
She wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand and approached a group of girls standing close by. Her legs had become stiff. She liked the sand but walking on it was another matter.
"Thank you for being here, girls. It means a lot," She said with a genuine smile, wiping the sand from her hands o
