Disclaimer: I am not Butch Hartman. Heck, I'm not even a boy!
Summary: Mr. Lancer's sick and tired of Danny Fenton asking to be excused and then showing up half and hour later or not at all. What happens when he asks to leave… and Mr. Lancer says no?
Bad News
"What?" A young Daniel Fenton said, his face showing his confusion.
"You hear me Mr. Fenton, if you aren't going to come back to my class when you leave, then you're just going to have to hold it." Mr Lancer said, ignoring the snickers of his students.
Mr. Lancer then went back to his lecture on A Midsummer's Night Dream. Hopefully, Mr. Fenton would actually pay attention this time. He had already asked whether he could go to the Nurse after faking (Mr. Lancer was very sure he was faking) some groans, and had not turned up for the whole period! Now at the 4th Period, he wasn't going to let him get away with it.
Daniel had been doing this for 8 months now. His grade has slowly declined, then speedily. He seemed to be working hard, but was it his school work he was working at? The boy always seemed to try to do his best, but that was never the case nowadays. Back when Mr. Fenton was studying for his test, right after he had been caught on the computer playing that new spangled game (That Mr. Lancer had tried and won easily) called "Doom", Mr. Lancer had caught a glimpse of that old eager-to learn student that he knew Mr. Fenton was.
Key word, was. Daniel's life seemed very carefree, normal and simple, the boy a common klutz, and even though his parents were ghost hunters he was never near the action. What could possibly be affecting him?
Mr. Lancer tried to encourage it's stop with detentions and punishments, but Daniel took them without a word. It seemed like whatever was going on, he was very much accepting it, and looked like there was nothing that could be done about it.
Assuming there was and "it". But there must be. Mr. Fenton wouldn't have possibly just been slacking…right? But every average teenager with a decline in grades that is very bright, their trouble seems to be slacking. Why not for this simple student?
Mr. Lancer sighed to himself. That was the problem. Not always did Mr. Fenton seem like an average student. Why was he meddling in the first place? Why was he trying to get involved?
Mr. Lancer knew why. He just couldn't sit around watching his student come in with bruises, sleepily, or another one of the many situations. He vowed that he would help. He was going to stop whatever it was. And it started with this.