I found the need to make this because many of my readers are becoming confused with this story. I appreciate you telling me and it does help. Maybe this can be a question and answer page. If you could keep your questions to the story that'd be great.
Any questions not regarding my book/ buisness inquires can be either be directed to me in a private message or contact me by email- karisma.peck@yahoo.com
Since it is my fault I have not explained myself, I will do this now. Any further questions will also be answered on this page.
Q: Who is Kristen?
A: Kristen was introduced to this story about the time Karisma started going to school. Mark had been bullying Kristen and she tends to be quite shy. I think a lot of people think Kristen is Karisma.
Q: The Father
A: The father killed himself because of reasons partially unknown. He was abusing Mark and shot himself while Karisma was trying to defend Mark.
Q: Why don't you update sooner?
A: A new chapter is coming out soon so be prepared and you must keep in mind, I am an ap literature student in high school and I have many amounts of work to complete. I also participate in EC's
so,
8 hours of school + 3 hours of homework + 5 hours of sporting events +1 or 2 hours of theater and acapella choir + 1 or two hours of my story
That leaves me no time to have anything to myself. That is literally 18 hours. And add the fact that I need to be getting to bed at a somewhat reasonable time (9-10) and then there are times when I stay with friends or go to football games... I'm very busy
please know I love you guys and I wish I could be there for you more. Trust me, even if i do not reply to your comments all of the time that doesn't mean that I don't see them and use your advice.
question comments will be answered on here, please allow this to be your forum for understanding :)
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