Yesterday Once More - Part 2
"I can't teach her!" Amanda Prosser paced the space in front of Mr Okaro's desk, "She doesn't respond to discipline!"
Adam clasped his hands together, watching the woman in front of him. "Georgina may be slightly…independent, but-"
"But nothing!" Amanda straightened, "Gina Gold is impossible! I want her out my class!"
Mr Okaro sighed and shook his head, "I'm afraid that is impossible, I cannot move a student purely because of a clash of personalities, if Gina was to come to me herself, we could come to some form of arrangement, move her to June Ackland's class…"
"No!" Amanda looked defiantly at Adam. "She's moved out of 6th form, or I shall call the governors in!"
"I hardly see how Mr Barrett can make a different decis…" he trailed off as the door slammed closed after Amanda. "Marilyn?" He pressed the button for the intercom between his office and that of his PA's. "Can you ask Gina Gold to come and see me please…"
"Yes Sir…" Marilyn answered, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose for the fifth time in as many minutes, calling through to the head of sixth form.
"The woman is impossible!" Gina sank into the seat beside Tony, her legs curled at the side of her. "She told me today I'm not here to think, just learn…"
"That doesn't even make sense…" Roger frowned a little.
"Exactly!" Gina nodded. "But I'm the bad guy and the one who gets it in the neck!"
"…You walked out again, didn't you." Tony looked up, a small smirk flicking over his lips.
"I wouldn't if she could teach." Gina scowled. "Stop laughing, Anthony." She said without looking up.
"Ma'am." Tony teased, giving her an easy grin as he stood up, heading over to the computers in the corner.
"Flush!" Jo stood by the door with her arms folded, idly checking her nails, seemingly unperturbed by the sound of the flushing toilet behind her, followed by the gasps and pleads of another person, only for the toilet to flush again.
"We done yet?"
"Flush."
Sam Nixon smirked as she stood the other side of Jo, watching as another year seven discovered what happened when you crossed Joanna Masters, even over something as petty as sitting on her seat on the school bus.
"Please, no!" The voice choked, attempting to grasp hold of anything that would mean they couldn't be moved, "Please…"
Jo looked behind her, holding her hand out as the measly sum of £1.42 was thrust willingly into her hand, nodding at Phil to let go.
"I…I'm sorry…" Kate Spears scrambled to her feet and stood in front of Jo, her doe eyes batting repeatedly, "Really sorry."
Jo just rolled her eyes and stared flatly at her until Kate took the hint and scurried out the toilets, having more sense than to take a detour past any teachers.
"Never get tired of that." Phil gave a smirk, leaning against the door as Sam preened in the mirror in front of them, able to see up her skirt as she bent in front of him to check her lipstick.
"Which?" Jo said dryly, moving from the door. "Peering up Sam's skirt, or dunking first years?"
"Tosser."
"Wanker."
"You must be so proud." Amber drawled as she walked past Charlie's table, watching Mickey and John eye each other off from opposite corners of the room, each growling obscenities at the other.
"Sorry?" Charlie looked up from where she'd been reading a magazine, filing her nails as she flicked through the pages.
"Mickey and Charlie sitting in a tree…" Kerry mocked, stopping as Charlie fixed her with a glare.
"It might be hard to understand." Charlie narrowed her eyes further. "But some of us don't drop our knickers each time the wind changes."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kerry scowled again, getting to her feet.
"Exactly what it sounded like." Charlie said plainly, watching Kerry stalk over to her, before Amber grabbed her arm and pulled her down hard onto her chair.
"Leave it!" Amber hissed, glaring at Kerry. "Don't start getting prim and proper now, it don't suit ya!"
"Class!" Mr Cryer opened the door, looking round at the rabble in front of him. "Calm down…"
Charlie glanced across at Amber, exchanging a smirk, dropping her legs from the table as she nudged Mickey, getting him to sit up and stop glaring at John.
"We have a new arrival to our year." Mr Cryer looked to the door, nodding at a figure outside. "Please try not to maim him completely on his first day…"
Charlie and Amber both looked to the door as it opened, both jaws dropping as they took in the sight before them, automatically smoothing their hair and uniform.
"This is Daniel Casper, joining us from Spicer Street Comprehensive…"
Amber released a low wolf whistle, a snigger sounding round the room as all eyes settled on Dan who shifted uncomfortably, smiling a little.
"Dan, take a seat…"
"There's one here, sir." Charlie pointed out the one in front of her and Mickey before Amber could, smirking a little to herself as Mr Cryer pointed to the seat and Dan ambled over.
Amber narrowed her eyes, glaring at the side of Charlie's head, leaning forward to get a better look at Dan.