Wishes you Regret

Wishes you Regret

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When Freya's world is turned upside down at a family get-together she finds herself struggling to hold onto reality. With all else lost, her and her sisters are left living on the streets with no one to turn to. Will they lose their grip on reality- or will they be forced to play their last hand in a desperate game of survival. With no one to turn to, the young orphans have no hope... no hope, but wishes. This is a Strypes fanfic (but may include other bands ;) yay) so you might not like it if you dont know The Strypes who are an Irish band with four members called Ross(vocals and harmonica), Pete(Bass guitar), Evan(drums), and Josh(guitar). They are really young but don't do pop or rock. they do something they call speedy blues and jazz. However, even if you don't know/like them, give the book a go as liking The Strypes insn't necessary to enjoy the story!
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