Kiya ran as fast as her lungs could breathe down the prestigious, elegantly adorned halls of the Academy, screaming insults in her biggest mind voice every time the second hand of her wrist watch moved up a notch. You could say it was ironic that on the first day of a time travel school, she would not be one to master her punctuality and was the last to be on time.

Time. If only she could turn back time, right now... she could feel a belligerent eagerness nip at the back of her mind, a sudden longing to actually try out what she could do just now, if she had the right state of mind and the right equipment.

Right, she reminded herself, no traveling back to your time period. It creates unnecessary circumstances. She had remembered the manual word by word, tracing her fingers along the wrinkled pages in the dimming light of the sun every summer, repeating the rules like a mantra...

Stupid, you should have been prepared!
Finally making it to the main auditorium, she thrust the doors open and realized a second too late that trying NOT to be so noticed was exactly what she was supposed to be doing. There, hundreds of students sat and above, a woman talked about the rules of the academy.

Well, Kiya, she thought, this is it. Take a seat, and begin. Late, of course.