A/N: So, chapter two from Sam's point of view!!
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I can't believe I got talked into this. Wasn't it punishment enough that I had to go to school with people like Paulina and Dash and Valerie Grey? Now, when I finally got the choice to leave Casper, they make me go to Lancer's stupid after-school GED program.
Worse yet, Tucker Foley and Valerie Grey were there. I mean, I can understand the cyber cheat and Princess Dropout having to stay after, but me? I hadn't done anything wrong! In fact, I was the one who was persecuted everyday for being different. For being myself! Something the populars at Casper couldn't understand.
One thing about this program confused me, though. Danny Fenton. I'd heard about his mom the ghost hunter, but never much about him. Well, except for when he was dragged out of the school in handcuffs. Everyone knew about that. It was the only reason my parents let me drop out.
They didn't want me "influenced" by the "dreadful" students at Casper High. They never did understand that none of the people there could ever "influence" me. I was my own person, not a popular clone zombie like everyone else at that school.
Like everyone but Fenton. He was different, too. I'd only had one conversation with him. It was on the day he was arrested.
He seemed normal. Well, as normal as you could be in Amity Park, Most Haunted Town in the US. We talked in between first and second period. He didn't act like a druggie. He didn't even act like a rebel. He just acted… normal. He wasn't popular, but he wasn't a "loser," either. If anything, he was a regular person, an average guy that went unnoticed.
Until third period. His class was interrupted when the police came in. They led him off campus and to the station downtown. He never came back.
Until now. And boy, was he different. Prison had changed him, and not necessarily for the better.
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He was dragged in again today. We got the warning over the PA system again, too. Foley had come in with a busted lip and a glare, something that made me really happy. Grey was glaring, too, but only 'cause I'd called her a princess again. I don't know why she hates that name when she is one, even without her dad's cushy old job.
Fenton was cuffed to the seat again and poked in the ribs. Even though he didn't wince, I could tell it hurt. He must have a lot of bruises from those idiots.
The cops left quick this time, after giving Lancer the key again. Fenton went back to whatever it was he'd been doing yesterday.
As we began working, this time for real and on our own, Lancer walked up to Fenton's desk and tapped on it.
Fenton blinked and looked up. "Yeah?"
"I gave Jazz your letter," Lancer said. "She was… happy to hear from you."
"She broke down cryin' when she go' it, didn' she?"
"Just a bit. Okay, for about half an hour after school today."
I was so confused. He wrote a letter? To some girl named Jazz?
"Half an hour? I—Is she still—?" He tugged at his handcuffs.
"No. She left a little while ago. But, she did manage to write a letter back." He handed over a piece of paper, watching as Fenton nearly drank it in. Tears pricked his eyes, but he only glared at the paper when he'd finished.
"How long's she been seein' tha' bastard?" he growled, surprising all of us except Lancer.
"Not very long. About since you… left."
"Of course. 'Cause he knew I wasn' able ta stop him…. God, firs' he kills him and now this!"
Even Lancer blinked at that. "Who killed who?"
Fenton turned his head away. "Nothin'. Never min'. Jus' keep him 'way from Ma an' Jazz."
"I'll try to, Danny."
Fenton's eyes widened in shock, but he nodded all the same. I guess… I guess he wasn't used to being called Danny. After all, those stupid cops didn't even use his name.
I noticed Grey staring, too. Something inside me got really mad at that, but I didn't know why. She was allowed to stare if she wanted to. It was a free world, after all. But I think it was the way she was staring. She looked all… plotting, like she was scheming something up. The way she looked at Danny like that…. It made me wanna punch her, give her a bloody lip like I did to Foley.
But I refrained when a thought crossed my mind. Just because I was the only one at Casper who noticed Danny before he was dragged off didn't mean no one else could notice him now. Besides, it wasn't like I could get jealous over a guy I had only talked to once.
"You got a problem, Manson?" Grey snapped. It was only then that I realized I was staring at her now.
I glared. "No. Why, do you, princess?"
"Girls," Lancer said, trying to stop us before we got started.
We ignored him. "Quit calling me that!" Grey yelled.
"Why should I? I don't take orders from you."
"Just because I'm not some Goth freak, you think you can get away with—!"
"And just because I wasn't another Paulina clone, you thought you could mock me for life!"
"You're a freak, Manson! This is high school! You're supposed to be a clone!"
"Girls!" Lancer tried again.
"So, I'm supposed to act like you, huh? I'm supposed to go around school acting like I have no brain and the world should come to an end if my nail breaks?"
"You know what? You're a sarcastic bi—!"
"GIRLS!"
I flung myself at Grey, hitting wherever I could. She fought back, surprising me. For a Paulina clone, she sure could throw a punch! And take one, too. We kept going for a while. I knew Foley was taking pictures on one of his stupid cameras, and Lancer was trying to make us stop. He wouldn't grab either of us like he did to Foley, though.
Probably some stupid sexist thing.
Anyway, we kept fighting until Fenton got mad. "Jus' qui' it!" he growled. "Figh'in's no' gonna solve anythin', so why even bother? You'll only en' up hur'."
Shocked, the two of us froze. Fenton continued with his work like nothing had happened, and Foley dropped his camera. Lancer got us to sit on opposite sides of the room.
About ten minutes later, Fenton stopped writing and called to Lancer. "Sir, I have a question."
Lancer walked over next to him, and they talked quietly. I couldn't hear what they said, but Fenton handed Lancer his paper, and Lancer smiled and nodded to him. Fenton stuck Jazz's letter in his pocket and lay his head down on his desk.
Our "class" was over a couple minutes later. The police barged in, grabbed the key, uncuffed Fenton, and pushed him toward the door. As he stumbled, the note fell out of his pocket. The three of them froze, staring at it before one of the cops picked it up.
"What's this?" he demanded.
"Nothin'," Fenton replied. One of them shoved his gun into Fenton's ribs. He grimaced, grumbling, "Jus' a letter."
"Think you can plot something, huh?" an officer snarled. "I don't think so. We'll be telling Rooney about this."
They shoved him out the door and down the hallway. I followed behind them and watched as they practically beat him the whole way.
I knew jail could be rough. My parents had made me stay there one night as a way to "stop my rebelliousness." Of course, it didn't work, but I did see the way they treated criminals. It was horrible, but it seemed Fenton got the worst of it.
I felt… sorry for him. I've never felt sorry for a human in my life. I mean, animals, yes, but people? Hell, no. After all, they'd always done something to land themselves in awful situations.
My only question now was, what had Fenton and I done to deserve this?
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A/N: yay, multi-tasking! And now I'm talking like Danny, whoops. Anywayz, read and review! Byez!!
