<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://coolspotters.com/files/photos/786635/alexandra-daddario-and-bebe-full-sequin-jacket-by-tara-subkoff-gallery.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neena Thurman | Domino<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ms. Desjardins’ psychology classroom -<strong>COPING SKILLS</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Tusday September 9th - 7:35 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gabriel Summers, Tessa Cantrell, Bridgette Dejardins<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Annoyed at having to be here, dressed like this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/73/eb/28/73eb28461506a8b08c214b3051daa835.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Neena was not a happy camper. She had been told that the coping skills class was something she was going to have to take. Academically, she was well ahead of the curve. But still. There were classes she needed to take, and this was at the top of the list. Apparently the staff had read her file, and knew quite a bit about her.<br/><br/>And so she was here. Dressed down, she had gone to the table she was assigned too, and dropped down into a chair, already looking annoyed. Her hand lifted as her name was called. A good thing about being named 'Thurman' was that she could get away with hearing everyone else's names first. Still, she decided to pull out a pad of paper, and begin doodling.<br/><br/>Just because she had to be in the class didn't mean she had to enjoy it. Even still, her hard wired training would have her listening, even as she tried to tune out. The thought of sharing her life's story wseemed th strangers was a very real fear for her...a fear wrapped up in indifference and anger. Finally, when Ms. Dejardins asked who would like to share, Neena raised her hand.<strong>"I actually have a question. You said that we are all human, and humans are empathic. But....we aren't human. We are mutants. And the stories some of us would share would likely make the others in this class pee themselves..."</strong><br/><br/>It wasn't exactly obvious that Neena was talking about herself. Still, she had put a part of herself out there. And she knew that no one mutant in the school had had it easy. She also knew beyond a certainty that no mutant in this class had been through what she had. Memories of her last nightmare flashed in her minds eye, and she shivered just barely. No...for Neena, those memories were best kept to herself, and buried deep down. Not shared in front of a class.