<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img11.deviantart.net/ac83/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<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, Bridgette Desjardins, Neena Thurman<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Having anxiety about sharing.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/1hkyg9-l-610x610-sweater-girl-jeans-blue+jeans-white+sweater-necklace-gold+necklace-cardigan-coat-shoes-cute-cute+outfits-cute+outfit-nice-nice+outfit-girly+outfits+tumblr-girly-girly+outfits-girly.jpg)<br/><hr/>Tessa couldn't help but get lost in her own thoughts as several words were brought up and written on the board. Her blue-gray eyes stayed low, staring at the paper in front of her, but not reading anything on it. Her eyes focused on the blank space between two paragraphs, her eyes out of focus as her thoughts enveloped her.<br/><br/><strong>"Being a mutant."</strong><br/><br/>The words escaped her lips as she stared into nothingness. Being a mutant fit under a lot of those categories for her. The fact that she was a mutant is what ruined a lot of her life for her. She couldn't have friends because there was fear in others finding out; The thought gave her anxiety and the loneliness fueled her depression. It also made her fear for her life. All of her scars were because she was a mutant. She was branded as one and tortured for being one. And her scars left her humiliated. She felt hideous and hid them as much as she could without being obvious. Even now, she gripped the ends of her sleeves, her knuckles beginning to turn white as they help the fabric tightly to her palms beneath the table.<br/><br/>She half-hoped that no one had heard her speak up. Even the feeling of everyone staring at her gave her anxiety. But, that was why she had come to this class. She didn't want to feel this way anymore. She didn't want to have to hide her face and she didn't want to worry about what people thought of her just because she was disfigured.<br/><br/>It was difficult for her to live among such attractive mutants. Luckily, her roommate understood the feeling of wearing visible scars, but a lot of the students here were seemingly unharmed by the humans that lived outside this mansion... At least physically. She, on the other hand, had dealt with years of torture and had far too many scars to show for it, some of which were still healing. Her forearms had so many scars that the hair had stopped growing and her palms no longer had the well-defined creases she used to have. She hated to even look at her own scars. They made her feel like a hideous monster.<br/><br/><em>"Maybe I should leave," </em>she thought to herself as she felt her chest tighten, putting pressure on her heart. It was a feeling she knew all too well after living with anxiety for far too long.<br/><br/><em>"No. I need to get better. I can't keep running away from this," </em>she thought before closing her eyes and breathing slowly, trying to calm herself so she didn't run out of the room right then and there.