Authors Note: Hey… remember me, the girl who used to update her fics regularly before suddenly disappearing off of the face of the planet for a whole eight months…? So, I didn't forget about you, really, I didn't, I've just been so busy, and I've had the worst case of writers-block ever, urghh. Well, anyway, I'm back now, and hopefully I won't vanish again.

So, 'Class' has always been a favourite of mine to write, and it was the most well reviewed story here (I got over 100 reviews!) but, when I was reading it to refresh my mind, I cringed, how did you guys ever read through it, the grammar and spelling was terrible as hell. Like, seriously, seriously terrible. Urrrgh, I couldn't bring myself to update it in that state, so I thought I'd do a quick rewrite. I'm going to fine-tune things, iron out mistakes and holes in the plot, and also, try and include less mistakes. The actual plot hasn't really changed, but I know where I'm going with it.

I would love it if you could review, I feel happier with this than the other one, and I know, it's kinda like reading it twice, and I hope I don't annoy you by redoing it, but y'know, if I feel better with my work, I'm sure you'll like it better.

Okayyyyy, I'm rambling here, aren't I? I'm sorry… I don't know. I'll leave you guys alone…

Disclaimer: I do not own Friends, or the film 'Class', which prompted me to write in the first place (although, it's been so long, and I can't remember the much of the film…)

CLASS- CHAPTER ONE

Every morning was the same. Monica would walk quickly through the streets of New York, listening to the sounds of the thousands of cars, dodging the hundreds of briskly walking people that pushed pass each other carelessly, every morning she walked with her head hanging low to avoid the dirty looks and cruel, judging eyes, and every morning, she'd fight the urge to shout at the passers-by that looked sent her bitter glares when they saw her young son clutching at her hand. She knew what they all thought of her, she knew they all looked at her and thought 'another teen parent', 'another girl that shouldn't be seen'. She hated it, but she was used to it.

Life hadn't ever been easy for Monica Geller, and being made a single mother as a teenager was just the tip of the iceberg. She couldn't deny that motherhood was hard, of course it was, people twice her age struggled to raise a child in New York, and most of them had stability, and the baby had a father that actually cared. But, she wouldn't trade him for the world. Life was hard, but Monica loved her son more than her own life.

Daniel, Monica's son, was five now. He was her life, all she had. Since her was born, Monica had raised him alone (with a little help from her friends, and her older brother, Ross). As if being single, alone and with child in the busiest city in America wasn't enough, Daniel was also a sickened child. Since birth, Daniel had suffered with asthma attacks, severe ones, and he was only a week old when he had first been rushed off into hospital, struggling for breath.

Monica was clutching his hand tightly, as he took him to the local, small state school he attended. She was wary of taking him in today, after spending most of the evening in his bedroom as he struggled to sleep, like he often did before he fell ill. She was worried, but he insisted he was fine, and Monica couldn't take afford to take any time of work. Things were tight, and she hadn't been there long enough for them to understand just how serious her situation was.

She watched him walking beside her, and couldn't help but smile as he talked endlessly, grinning and putting the world to rights. She wished she could provide him with better, buy him the things that other boys his age did, take him to the cinema and clothe him in the latest fashions, rather than having to settle with whatever was cheapest.

When they reached the school grounds, they came to a natural stop and Monica bent down, smiling kindly at him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked him seriously, searching his face for signs he was ill. She knew other parents thought she was overprotective, but she had to be, and if they actually spoke to her, instead of forming a judgemental group, they'd understand.

Daniel nodded, smiling brightly, "I'm fine," he chirped.

Monica nodded, sighing as she still held his little hand protectively, "Alright, have you got everything?" she asked, her smile returning.

Daniel smiled, nodding again.

"Okay, lunch?"

"Check," he replied- just like she always had, as he grinned.

"Inhaler?" she asked, in a slightly more serious time.

Daniel patted the top pocket of his denim jacket, "Check."

Monica laughed, kissing his head, "Alright, have a good day, baby."

"You too, mummy," he smiled, dropping her hand for the first time and running off into the school grounds amongst his friends, and the other students. She waited at the school gates for a while, until his class had been collected, before letting out a sigh and heading off to the job she loathed.

Monica worked five days a week in a small, fairly fancy restaurant, washing dishes in the lunch time shift. It was probably the dullest job she'd had, but it paid the bills and kept a roof over her and Daniel's heads, so she tried to stick this one out, despite the low pay, and her horrible boss.

It was over two hours later when Monica was scrubbing the tomato sauce stains from the plates, that she felt the familiar buzz of her mobile in her light blue apron pocket. Monica threw a nervous glance around the kitchen, checking that no one was watching, before pulling out her phone and opening it quietly, crossing her fingers and hoping no one would notice.

Monica bought the phone to her ear, pressing the answer button.

"Hello, is this Monica Geller?"

Monica froze still, quickly recognising the voice as one of Daniel's school teachers, her blood ran colder, "Yes, i-it is?" she replied in a quiet, shaky voice after a couple of minutes.

"It's Ms Ellis," the woman told her, "You need to come get your son, Daniel, from school."

Monica felt the familiar sickness creeping into her bones, making her heart sink again, "What- what's happened? Is he okay?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.

"He's only had a minor attack, but he can't stay, he's really sick," she told her.

Monica nodded, "O-okay, I'm- I'm on my way," she assured him, "How is he now?"

"He's fine, he just wants to get home."

"Okay, I'll be there soon," Monica told her, hanging up the phone and turning around sharply. It was only then that Monica realised how loudly she'd been talking, and that her boss was standing there, arms crossed and looking pissed off.

"Mr Palter, I-"

"Miss Geller, you know the policy on mobiles here," he said, cutting her off.

"I know, I know," Monica said, running her hands through her hair, "But my son, he's-"

"You can't leave," he told her.

"Well, I have to," Monica said, "He's really sick, he needs me."

"You're not entitled to any leave, Miss Geller," Mr Palter told her insistently, "This is the third time this has happened this month," he said, "I can't allow you to leave. No expectations."

"Well, I'm leaving," Monica argued, "I'm sorry."

"Then I have no choice but to fire you…"

Monica felt her blood boil as anger spiked her, why couldn't anyone understand? "You know what," she snapped, "I'll save you the bother, I quit," she said, shoving her apron at him, before turning sharply on his heel and storming out, hardly caring she'd thrown away yet another job as she went to get her son.

At the same time, across town, the students of NYU were piling into the large college building, talking actively and rushing towards their lessons after the long weekend off. Amongst the crowd of cars, a smart, shining silver car pulled into an empty parking space, obviously much more expensive than all the others. After the engine finally cut off, a young student, Chandler Bing, climbed out from it, smiling as he took in his surroundings, thoroughly happy to be 'home', after spending the weekend at his parent's house. Chandler, at just twenty-one, was top of his class at NYU, where he was studying towards a degree in law.

Chandler came from a rich background, his father owned and led one of New York's largest law firms, pulling in more money than they could spend. As a child, Chandler would watch his father and his father's friends working and talking about the court and trials and law, and he loved it, and although he found the firm far to pretentious and stuck up, he had a job there secured for him since birth, and ready to start after graduation- which was coming up soon, as he only had one assignment to do, which he would be receiving today.

After locking his car, Chandler made his way into the large, smart lecture theatre, where he waited for his lecturer to arrive. He took his usual seat, towards the middle of the room and flicked idly through his note book. He had no idea what the newest, and last assignment would be, but knowing his fairly crazy, spirited lecturer, Victoria, it wouldn't be easy.

When Victoria arrive, an audible groan could be heard through the whole theatre, Chandler looked up, and felt his jaw dropping at the large, green folder she was holding,

"Okay, class," Victoria said, dumping the folder onto her desk and holding her hand up until the room fell silent, "I have your final assignment today," she told them, "Everyone take a brief, and I'll get explain."

As the papers were passed from student to student, Victoria began to explain what they had to do, "For this assignment, you will all be paired with a boy, girl or family that are less fortunate than you, and you will make a positive impact on their life. You have until May. Some of these families will have financial issues, or be unemployed, your job, is to help them."

Chandler frowned, raising his hand.

"Yes, Chandler."

"Ermm, what's this got to do with Law?" Chandler asked, shaking his head slightly.

"As a lawyer, you'll be working with people who need help, and you need to be able to empathise with them," Victoria explained.

"But, how is finding a jobless person a job preparing us for sending criminals to-"

"There is more than just prosecution of murderers in Law, Chandler," Victoria cut him off, "This is your last assignment, guys," she said, addressing the class again, "So you need to do well."

"Great," Chandler murmured under his breath. This assignment, sucks.

Please review, chapter two isn't far off… :)