G J Walker-Smith
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For Charli Blake, being seventeen is a tough gig.
She's been branded a troublemaker, her reputation is in tatters and she's stuck in Pipers Cove, a speck of a town on the coast of Tasmania. Thankfully, it's temporary. Her lifelong dream of travelling the world is just months away from becoming reality. All she has to do is ride out the last few months of high school, which is easier said than done thanks to a trio of mean girls known as The Beautifuls.
When Adam Décarie arrives in town, all the way from New York, life takes an unexpected turn. His arrival sets off a chain of events that alters her life forever, convincing her of one thing: fate brought him to her.
Saving Wishes is the story of a girl who doesn't quite fit the life she's living, and the boy who helps her realise why.
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conversation. “Yes, you should,” agreed Jasmine. “You too, Charli. You haven’t come to the vineyard in ages.” A disgusted groan escaped me. “Never,” I muttered, slinging my bag over my shoulder and preparing to make my getaway. Jasmine blocked my path. “You used to visit all the time. Remember?” Her mascara caked eyes narrowed. I hesitated too long, prompting her to continue. “The last time you came over was to see my brother…to give him his going-away present, if I remember correctly.” “How
watched from the doorway as she marched over to Jasmine and ripped the towel from her grip. Lily squealed loudly and grabbed the back of her head. I wondered if Nicole had managed to tear out her over-bleached hair in the process. Nicole spelled it out for them in no uncertain terms by speaking slowly and loudly. “You’re stealing.” Jasmine’s shameless snicker proved something we already knew. They were morally bankrupt. “It’s not stealing. It’s market research,” she said, raking through Lily’s
book that caught my eye. It was brighter, a mix of heavily layered marbled pastel paints. I ran my hand over the roughly textured cover. “This is Marseille, my home,” she announced proudly, patting the cover with her hand. I turned each page, studying each picture for as long as I could without appearing weird. The third page held a photograph of the most incredible house I’d ever seen – if it could be called a house. It was more like a castle straight out of a fairy-tale. “Who lives there?”
wayside once Jasmine started calling him incessantly, pleading with him to give it up early. He was mystified how she got his number. I suspected Nicole, but kept my thought to myself. It pulled into a bay in front of Carol’s salon. The doors were flung open. Alex began to laugh. The hot pink velour seat covers, purple dash mat and fluffy thing hanging off the rear vision mirror made it look like the inside of a seedy nightclub. Jasmine, Lily and Lisa piled out. The juniors headed straight into
the salon, but Jasmine spotted us staring at her. “Hi Alex,” she called, ignoring me. “What do you think?” “I think I want to scratch my eyes out,” he muttered, too quietly for her to hear. He gave her a thumbs-up and sought refuge in the Ute. I was still giggling when I got in. “Adam will cry when he sees it,” I told him. “Adam should have known better,” he replied. Before he started the car, his phone rang. Alex answered it without checking the number. “Yes Val, that’s correct,” he said