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million years have guessed just how amazing it was going to turn out to be.

The next morning, we woke up to blue skies and sunshine. “Perfect beach weather!” squealed Fliss, leaping out of bed and twirling round the room. It was all the rest of us could do to stop her going down to breakfast in her bikini and sunglasses.
    I pulled on my favourite Leicester City shirt and my comfiest shorts and flip-flops, and raced Frankie down the stairs. On breakfast duty this morning was the M&Ms’ team.
    “What d’you reckon it’ll be – slugs on toast?” I said as we all clambered into our bench seats.
    “Yeurgh!” said Lyndz. “You’re making me feel sick!”
    In fact, breakfast turned out to be surprisingly normal. There was a choice of cornflakes or muesli and then toast. The team, helped by Aidan, had made fried bananas too, which looked weird – brown and squidgy – but tasted really good. I reckon Lyndz ate about four of them.
    After breakfast we had to get ready for our activities. Not a single person, it turned out, had signed up for pony-trekking – I guess because no one could bear to miss out on the beach on our first day.
    “Don’t forget your sunscreen, everyone!” called out Mrs Weaver.
    The beach was only a shortish walk from our hostel, so we set off in a long straggly crocodile, with Bethany and Aidan leading the way, and theteachers at the back making sure no one got lost.
    “Hey, where did you get those flip-flops, Fliss?” said Rosie. “They’re so cool!”
    I think Fliss had changed about three times that morning already – she wasn’t sure which of her ‘beach outfits’ to wear first. Now she had on a lime-green t-shirt and a bright pink sarong, and her flip-flops were matching pink, with an enormous fabric flower over the bit that goes between your toes.
    “I think Aidan will like those flip-flops,” I said, winking at Frankie, who was walking next to me.
    “Definitely – oh and Fliss,” said Frankie loudly, “did you see on the list that Ryan Scott’s signed up for surfing too?”
    Ryan Scott’s this boy in our class that Fliss has a thing about (yep, she’s seriously weird). Fliss just turned round and stuck her tongue out at us, but she wasn’t really cross – we were all coo excited for that.
    The minute we got to the beach, everyone kicked off their shoes – including the teachers.There’s nothing like the feeling of warm sand under your bare feet, is there? The way you can squidge your toes down, squiggle them right into the sand – bliss!
    “OK,” said Aidan, “everyone who signed up for beach volleyball – you’re with me.”
    “Boo,” muttered Fliss.
    “And all the surfers – come this way,” said Bethany.
    The teachers split up too – Mrs Weaver and Mrs Daniels went with the volleyball group, and Miss Walsh came with us, as we followed Bethany to a different part of the beach.
    “D’you think the water’ll be cold?” said Lyndz.
    “Are you joking?” I squinted skywards. The sun was pretty baking, and there were just a couple of tiny fluffy white clouds.
    “But sometimes the water takes ages to heat up,” said Lyndz. I think maybe she was still wishing we were doing the pony- trekking, but I was so pleased we’d persuaded her – this was going to be ace!
    At last, Bethany stopped near a beach hut, put her bag down on the sand and turned to us. “This area of the beach is reserved for learner surfers,” she explained. “It’s important you don’t get tangled up with people who are trying to swim. And believe me, you don’t want to be on the same patch as the surfers who think they know it all, either!”
    She gestured over her shoulder. Quite a long way further down the beach, I could see a load of people on the sand carrying surfboards under their arms, and more of them bobbing about in the water.
    Bethany fished in her pocket and pulled out some keys. Then she unlocked the beach hut and called, “Any volunteers to help me get the gear