A/N: Yeah, I know, I shouldn't be starting a new story. But this one (and another that I'll post once I have it completely written) just wouldn't leave me alone!

This is vaguely based on my dad's GED program. VAGUELY. Written because 1) I'm a Lancer fan (He's just so much like Lawler!!) and 2) I wanted to try out a new take on the characters.

Sorry for any OOCness/confusion over the switching POV's from chapter to chapter.

5! \/\/33|5

I don't know why I even agreed to this. I mean, so I dropped out of school. So what? I only did it so I could help Dad pay for stuff by getting a full-time job. I still found time for ghost hunting and the hours sucked, but we got by. I had no complaints. But Dad did. It was either this or go back to Casper high, which was so never gonna happen. Ever.

My point here is this: I didn't belong here. I didn't drop out as a way to rebel against Dad. I didn't hack into the school's computer to change my grades. I wasn't like that. I wasn't like Manson and Foley.

And I most certainly didn't do whatever the hell it was that got Fenton dragged in here in handcuffs. I was a good person, not a druggie or gang-banger. I wanted to help my dad.

But he never saw things the way I did. He forgave the ghost that ruined our lives. He didn't want me working full time. He didn't want me hunting at all.

He wanted me in Lancer's stupid after-school GED program.

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"Ah, Ms. Grey!" Lancer exclaimed as I came in, arms crossed. "You're early."

"I'd rather just get this over with, Mr. Lancer."

"Well, you'll have to wait. There are a few other students coming."

"Well, as long as I don't know them, that's fine with me."

"Then I'm so sorry to disappoint you, princess," Sam Manson snarled as she came in, scowling.

I rolled my eyes. "Great. Now I have to survive this class and your sarcasm."

"At least I'm witty enough to be sarcastic!"

"Oh, boy. I'm gonna be trapped in the middle of an eternal catfight," Tucker Foley groaned, slapping a hand over his face and collapsing in one of the desks in the front. "And I didn't even bring a mud pit!"

I sighed. Nothing was going my way today. Ignoring the other two as they began arguing, I asked Lancer, "Can we just start already?"

"Sorry, Ms. Grey, there's still one more person we need to wait for."

The PA system in the room came on just then, startling Manson and Foley and causing Lancer to half-smile.

"Mr. Lancer," the principal said, "your final student is here. Should I send him down?"

"Yes, thank you, Ms. Ishiyama."

There was a pause, then, "He's on his way, but he might have some attitude problems."

"I understand."

"Good luck, Mr. Lancer."

Good luck? What did she mean by that? I didn't have to go by the office on my way in, and by the looks on their faces, neither had Foley or Manson. So what—?

The door opened again, and the three of us gaped as two policemen came in, dragging a teenaged guy between them. He looked familiar, but I couldn't think of his name.

The policemen threw him into a chair and uncuffed his left hand, instead handcuffing him to the desk by his right. He huffed, pulling at the desk to see if he could get out of them. Then, he looked up and noticed Lancer. He smirked, whispering hoarsely, "'Lo 'gain, Ed."

Lancer winced. "I've told you a million times, Mr. Fenton, you are to call me Mr. Lancer in class."

"No' in class righ' now, are we?" His voice was cracking, and his breath smelled horrible.

One of the policemen poked him in the ribs with his gun. The other asked Lancer, "Are you sure you want him here, sir?"

"It'll be fine."

"Alright. Here's the key to the handcuffs. We suggest not unlocking them until we get back, but it's up to you."

"I'd suggest leaving him there to rot. We'd all be a lot better off without his kind on the streets."

"Love you, too Officer Klein," Fenton mumbled.

I finally realized who that was. It was Danny Fenton, the ghost hunter's kid. He was never at school, and he'd been arrested last year for… something. The kid had been an enigma ever since he started "attending" Casper High.

The policeman poked him in the ribs again, and Fenton winced. "Ge' tha' damn gun 'way from me!"

The cop hissed back, "You rather I shoot you? 'Cause I don't mind either way."

He'd said it quiet enough that only Fenton, Manson, and I heard it, though it seemed he meant it only for Fenton's ears.

Fenton smirked again. "I'll have 'a tell Rooney you're threat'nin' me, won' I, Officer Brophy?"

"Like anyone would believe a word you said," he growled, shoving Fenton almost off the desk. There was a loud cracking noise as his right arm moved, unable to continue because of the handcuffs. He winced as the two officers nodded to Lancer and left.

"Well…" Lancer said, trying to regain some semblance of order, "let's begin, shall we?"

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Only ten minutes into our first class assignment and already we were at each other's throats. Lancer had given us each a paper we were to fill out together, but he didn't tell us anything else. We were arguing over how to fill it out.

"Jus' go through an' answer the damn thin'," Fenton grumbled.

Manson glared at him, then turned to Lancer. "You can't make me work with them, Mr. Lancer. I refuse to work with them." She crossed her arms, huffing. "I shouldn't even be here."

"Oh, and I should?" I snapped.

"Yeah, you should. You were failing everything when you dropped out, right, princess?"

"Quit calling me that!"

"Girls!" Lancer yelled, effectively stopping the fight. For now. "Sit down and finish your work.

I looked over at Fenton. He wasn't even working on the assignment! He was writing some kinda letter, not answering the stupid questions the rest of us were doing! That is so not fair.

Then I noticed that Manson and Foley were ignoring the assignment, too. That really got me mad. Well, if they weren't gonna do it, then I wasn't gonna be the only one working!

But boredom struck after just a few minutes. Sighing, I glanced again at Fenton. His letter was really long. Who the hell could he be writing to?

Manson and Foley started fighting again just before our "class" was over. Fenton just kept writing even after the two idiots started beating the crap out of each other.

Lancer went insane. He pulled at Foley, trying to get him to stop. That just made him a better punching bag for Manson. As Lancer backed up and Manson moved past Fenton's desk, Fenton ducked under a couple of her punches without pausing his writing.

One of Manson's punches missed Foley and hit Lancer instead, causing him to let go of Foley. Manson and Foley went back at it, raging around the whole room. I watched, wide-eyed and not used to two people just randomly fighting in school. Casper wasn't like that. I mean, I was used to ghosts fighting all the time, but not teens my age. That just didn't happen here.

As they fought, Lancer stumbled towards Fenton's desk. Fenton had finally finished his letter and tugged at Lancer's sleeve with his uncuffed hand.

"Yes, Mr. Fenton?" Lancer asked, exasperated.

"S—Sir, could—could you give this ta Jazz?" Fenton replied, nervous. He held out the letter.

I was confused. Who was Jazz? Why was he bothering to write to her? Why would she even want a letter from him? I mean, he's been in jail! What girl in her right mind would date that kind of guy?

But Lancer just smiled and nodded as he took the paper. "I'll give it to her tomorrow."

"Thanks."

That made me stop. Thanks? A con actually said thanks? For something as simple as delivering a letter? This kid was definitely a weirdo!

Manson and Foley finally stopped fighting as the "class" came to an end. They hadn't done any of the work we'd been given, and I'd only finished the first two questions, but Fenton turned in the whole thing, saying he'd done it before he wrote the letter.

I was still in shock when the policemen came back in. They took the key back from Lancer and recuffed Fenton's left hand, then they poked and prodded him out the door.

Manson and Foley left next, glaring at each other through black eyes and bruised faces. I wouldn't be surprised if they killed each other by the end of the week. I was ready to kill either one of them, both if I could!

But Fenton was something strange. He was confusing in more ways than one. His family isn't very well known outside of the ghost thing, and he hadn't even been in school for a day last year before getting carted off to prison.

Either way, I sure shouldn't be here.

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A/N: So, if anyone can guess where I get the names for the officers and Lieutenant gets a sneak peek! And sorry for the portrayal of the policemen, I needed to exaggerate it a bit, you'll see why.

Next POV is Sam. Read and review, byez!