Anna Marie, more commonly known as Rogue, sat in the back corner of the classroom. The far back corner, where she could stare out the window easily and ignore what was being said. Scott Summers, hunky teacher of every teenage girl fantasies and very much 'the good guy' had been rambling about how they all had a unique power and more jargon she hadn't quite paid attention too, suddenly announced a project.
The project itself wasn't what bothered her. It was the partners issue that came with it that made the younger girl want to bolt. Her power only did one thing, and that was hurt people. How was she expected to do a project like this when she clearly required a physical touch to even activate her powers? Tapping the eraser of her thin, yellow pencil on her notebook as the professor finished what he was saying, Rogue was hoping for a way out.
Groaning softly, she gathered her things as she waited for the line to check partners died down, hoping she could be excused from this project. "Excuse me, Professor Summers. I don't think I can do this project."