Daughter of the Tides
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  • Parts 9
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  • Reads 216
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 9
  • Time 46m
Ongoing, First published Jul 31, 2014
For Bree, life sucks. 

Her mom has passed away do to a massive tumor on her brain and her dad has gone MIA with a coworker. Did we mention that she happens to be younger and drop dead gorgeous?  Typical.

 So without so much as a post card, Bree and her one year old sister Ginger are bounced around a couple of foster homes before finally being shipped off to South Carolina and grandparents she didn't even know she had. How is she supposed to deal with all this? By doing what she loves: swimming.
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