The following day, I had already gone back to school. People around me were approaching me and asking me if I was okay, and telling me how Jerome was such a terrible person for doing what he did to me. I defended Jerome a few times by saying that he just wasn't in his right mind, and he evetually got the help he needed but people just turned a blind eye. I understand, and honestly I was going to do the same if I found out somebody was going through the same thing. It was pretty pointless defending him because I can't change their minds now that they're dead set on what they're thinking.
The day dragged on longer than I had hoped it would, but I had a great idea during class today. What if I just quit school and focus on my queen duties instead? I mean, I could still study for the sake of
