"STAND ASIDE, PEASANT! I TAKE LARGE STEPS!"
The boring and uncool girl looked shocked as everyone's head swiveled towards the door again. Somebody flew past it, backwards and spinning head over heels. Then the view was blocked by the girl. She was tall, and would've towered over the doorframe and received a nasty bump to the head if she wasn't hunched over, hand nursing a stitch, breathing heavily and flushed from the eyebrows down. The white feathery coat, not ideal for jogging in, had several damp patches in awkward places. It was amazing she'd managed to shout like that, considering.
"TEACH!" she yelled, inbetween gasps "I'm soooo sorry i'm this freakin' late, and on the first freakin' day of school. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, i promise! I'll find like a time machine or something so i can a-a-attend..."
Her voice petered out halfway through, however, when she met her own gaze from the front row. Her doppelganger, rather noticably, was curled up over the desk, face turned toward the door like she only vaguely cared for the procedings. For her, they were probably the precedings. Layla -Because that was her name- took her eyes away from her past self and tried to edge out of sight from everyone. How many omniscients were there in that classroom, 20? How many people could see the sheer embarrassment of having to run into yourself from the future trying to make up for the mistakes you make in the past?
"Erm..." she quavered, "I'll just be g-going, then, since i'm, y'know, already here, and all..." She said, backing away from the corridor and through the hall. After a few seconds, though, the echoing sounds of "Hey, mister, sorry for kicking you back then! Can i borrow your time machine?" reverberated through the sudden silence. The girl in front of the classroom in the slutty dress looked kind of put out by that little scene. Layla, the future version who'd arrived on time and had secured a seat near the window to try and save herself the shame, was all too happy to let her be the new focus of attention. She sat in her chair, feeling the last sticky bits of sweat in the plumage dry themselves out. That was definitely not the best first impression to give to these kids. They did more around here then put a spider in your lunchbox, that's for sure.