Picture the cast all approximately 13/14 years old, unless otherwise stated…

Yesterday Once More

"NO!"

"YES!" Mickey launched forward, tackling Charlie to the ground.

"PISSOFFWEBBONO!" Charlie squeaked and fought against Mickey as he pinned her to the ground, giggling as she batted at his arms. "MICKEYNO!" She shrieked with laughter, trying to stop him tickling her. "Pleasenostop!" She laughed. "GERROFF!"

Mickey smirked and pulled over a pile of freshly cut grass, putting it on top of her head. "Bring it on!" He started to say, before sitting back as she sneezed repeatedly. "Chaz?" he frowned.

"Atischoo!" Charlie sneezed again, pressing a handkerchief against her nose. "Atischoo, atischoo, atischoo!"

Mickey pulled himself to his feet, all but pulling Charlie up with him as she rubbed her eyes and blinked round. ""Not funny…" She sniffed, looking to the main building as a bell rang.

"Funny."

Charlie narrowed her eyes and gave him her best - practised – 'piss off and die' look, before pouncing forward as she knocked Mickey off balance, rubbing his face in the grass. "You were saying?" She giggled, straddling his back.

"Get in, my son!" John Boulton appeared, his uniform almost visible under the mud smears, several of the other boys ambling along behind him, spinning a rugby ball in his hands. "Up for a game?"

"You cheat!" Mickey scowled at John, rolling his sleeve up to show the bruises on his arm from the game before school that morning.

"Do not!" John glared authoratively at Mickey. "You're just a short arsed gimp who don't know the rules!"

"OI!" Mickey squared up to John, pulling himself up to his full height, which was admittedly a whole inch taller than Boulton. "It don't say 'kick people in the head' in no rugby rule book!"

"Ain't my fault you got a kickable 'ead is it!" John's scouse accent rose above Mickey's cockney one and he launched forward aiming a punch at Mickey as Mickey fought back, the others egging them on.

Charlie sighed and rolled her eyes, barely watching as she moved out of the direct line of blows, resigned to the fact that fights between Mickey and John were common place and would happen at least once a day. She glanced up as she heard a shout and blushed scarlet as she saw Smithy dawdling across the field towards them, already egging John and Mickey on with an easy smirk.

"You cockney tosser."

"You scouse wanker!"

"Good comeback." Charlie muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as the boys continued to fight, holding her breath as Smithy stopped beside her, laughing with Zain.

"With the boys again!" Amber teased, her voice loud enough to be heard by the surrounding group, stopping behind Charlie with Leela, Yvonne and Kerry, who all giggled on command.

Charlie grinned, and looked behind her. "Some of us have it, Am, some of us don't." her grin faltering a little as she saw Kerry. Kerry's eyes instantly honed in on Smithy and she flicked her hair behind her ears, sticking her chest out in front of her as she rested her hand on her hip.

Amber noticed, and rolled her eyes. "You're like a bitch on heat!" She muttered, causing Charlie to snigger and Smithy and the others to look up to see what was going on.

Kerry pouted and glared at the back of Amber's head, before smiling as she noticed Smithy, pouting in what she hoped was a seductive manner.

Smithy nodded at her, before smirking as Zain muttered something in his ear, his gaze dropping to Charlie as he laughed and wriggled an eyebrow.

Kerry and Charlie both looked a little put out, frowning as they glared at each other, wondering exactly what Smithy and Zain had said.

"Gina!"

"No." Gina turned, eyeing the teacher who'd followed her towards the door. "I hardly think that-"

"You're not here to think, you're here to learn."

"Contradicting yourself already, and it's only 9:30, Mrs Prosser." Gina scoffed softly.

"Georgina Gold! You leave me no choice but to report you to the head of 6th form if you do not-"

Gina continued out the door, letting it slam closed behind her, continuing down the corridor towards the common room, ignoring the puzzled looks from Tony and Roger as she headed through.

"Don't you have Psychology now?" Tony asked after a pause.

"I'm not the one who needs psychoanalysis!" Gina dropped her bag in her locker, glancing over her shoulder.

"Prosser?" Roger asked with a smirk, his amused look faltering quickly as Gina glared at him.