[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - INCOMING![/h3][/u]

[i]"Late! Late! Late!"[/i]
A sharp 90 degree turn.
[i]"I'm gonna be late!"[/i]
He practically ripped up the floor, leaving a 'Shiro mark' gouge.
[i]"I'm so late!"[/i]
He barreled through the threshold of Math class.
[i]"I'm gonna be marked tardy!"[/i]
Going from 100 back down to 0 was no easy task.
[i]"Ms. Goodwitch is gonna yell at me!"[/i]
He couldn't really contain his fervor enough to slow down.
[i]"Headmaster Ozpin's gonna expel me!"[/i]
Too distracted.
[i]"I'm gonna be expelled from Beacon for being absent!"[/i]
Unrealistic, to be sure. But not in his mind.
[i]"But worst of all, Ms. Goodwitch is gonna yell at me!"[/i]
He couldn't hit the brakes hard enough.
[i]"She's gonna yell at me!"[/i]

So the result? Well, anyone's immediate guess would've been correct. The panicked, frantic tiger boy tripped over his own clumsy feet. In a white flurry, cacophonous racket he rolled and slammed into a group of unoccupied desks, chairs, and tables.  Demolishing a section of the class and getting tangled within the mess. After the dust settled, Shiro coughed and shook the stars from his vision. Poking his head out of the wreckage, he looked around at the students who actually had good time management in a moment of silence. Breathless and chest heaving as he panted, [b]"U-uh...D-did I make it? I-I'm not late am I?"[/b] Weight shifted and the mass of destroyed classroom in which he was in the middle of set off another destructive crash, burying him. [b]"Oop!"[/b] A errant textbook from someone's bag solidly whacked him on the back of the head. Dazed and confused, Shiro was down for the count. His vision spinning as a riot-drunken Scoot on the sidelines managed to stumble away from the train wreck that was Shiro.