A/N: Sorry I'm late. By three days. Ugh. Tucker. I think you can understand my dilemma. He's an awesome character, but I just can write him, as you can see if you've read the third chapter. Whatever. No promises. This also doesn't count as Sam.

One of the best possible students - who understands everything - is also, the oddest. From the beginning of middle school, he's always been a slight troublemaker. He could theoretically be smarter than Jasmine, but he spends so much time playing video games and upgrading his technology that he never gets his homework done.

However, he always has A's and B's on his tests and quizzes, always finishes class work early. He always understands the material. Tucker Foley is my most confusing student.

At least, he was.

Now, his best friend has been late to class three out of every five days on average. In a month, he dropped thirty-one beakers. Daniel Fenton sometimes even skips class entirely. Daniel was even smarter than Tucker in school. In the first weeks of school, Daniel had gotten all A's and A-'s. Now Daniel was a C- average student. The only reason he wasn't failing was also class work, which he always has A's on. Sometimes I think the only reason he does well in class is because of Samantha.

Samantha Manson is a very outspoken individual. She's an ultra recyclo vegetarian goth, and will not touch meat unless the consequences are dire. She wears black, purple, and green, and I've never seen her wear anything different. Even though she is not as smart as Tucker and Daniel, she tends to get better grades than the two of them because she is much more organized and manages her time much better than her two friends.

These students are probably the most confusing students in the school. They are a very unlikely trio, but they've been friends since second grade (at least, that's what I've heard).

But I need to get through to them. All of their grades have slipped somewhat. Of course I know it tends to happen at the beginning of high school, but they've barely gotten three to four points higher since their start two years ago. Two years. Daniel's barely made it up two and a half points per class on average. Tucker's made it up by an average of three and a half points per class, and Samantha has gained four per class.

What are they doing that makes them such bad at-home students? Why do they come back from wherever they've gone with bruises all the time?

I've thought about everything. They're definitely not doing drugs- they're not exhibiting any signs what-so-ever, other than the bruising. It couldn't be bullies, unless the bullies aren't in school, because the usual suspects are in class for over three-quarters of the time. There's definitely not any parental abuse going on. I've seen each parent, and while they might be strict with their children, it is clear that they are loving, caring, parents.

So what in Moby Dick's name is going on with these children is going on?

I've tried every which way to get information about these three, except for talking to them. I don't want them to know that I an trying to figure it out- it'll just make them a whole lot less careful. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Samantha, Daniel, Tucker; please see me after class today." I instructed them as they walked through the door to their seventh period class. They exchanged looks, but Daniel was the one to respond first.

"Sure, Mr. Lancer." Daniel said, scooting over to his seat and quickly starting to take the notes I wrote on the board. Sam and Tucker shrugged and muttered a simultaneous "okay" before trudging over to their seats. Samantha took out her notebook, but I saw Tucker take out his PDA.

"Mr. Foley, no electronics in my class. Put that away." Tucker slumped even further and slid the handheld computer into his back pocket. I sighed, knowing Tucker was just going to try to remember it in his head. The bell rung and class started.

After class

After Daniel left my class to go to the bathroom, I was worried he wouldn't come back. I was wrong. He came back with about a minute left in class.

When the three stayed sitting at their desks, I knew that this was going to much harder than I thought it would be originally. I stood from my chair and walked over to the three teens. I leaned against the desk in front of them. Daniel looked up, his emotions unreadable. Tucker's face expressed worry, and Samantha looked bored.

"What do you do at home that prevents you from completing your class work?" I asked gently, wanting to get straight to the point, yet no sound harsh and critical. The three stayed silent, not wanting to give up any information. "Why won't you tell me?" I asked. Again, no response. I sighed. "Why are you always leaving class so often, Daniel?" I asked, trying to single out each. Daniel stiffened and his eyes looked green, but less than a tenth of a second later it was gone. I thought it was my eyes playing trucks on me in my old age. To my surprise he gave an answer.

"I need to use the bathroom a lot. I think I might have a bladder problem." Daniel replied carefully, but quickly.

"You think you might have a bladder problem? It's easy enough to figure out. Just go to a doctor." I suggested. At the word doctor Tucker shuddered and Daniel frowned slightly.

"I don't like the doctors. Things tend to... go wrong when I go. I haven't been in four years." Daniel finally responded with a hint of bitterness in his voice. I was barely able to catch it. I frowned.

"Like how?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't want to talk about it. It's not traumatic, and I'm not afraid of the doctors, but I'd just rather not take the chance that something else could go wrong, and I could be worse." Daniel answered in a slightly lower voice. Sam glanced at him like she was shocked. Why would Daniel not tell Samantha about these things?

"O-okay." Just then Daniel did stiffen. He sneezed, and the air that seemed to come out of his nose looked slightly tinted blue.

"I need to go, Mr. Lancer. Bye!" Daniel snatched up his books and ran out of the room. Samantha and Tucker quickly ran after him. I followed and listen in on their conversation.

"What happened at the hospital, Danny? Why didn't you tell one of us?" Sam asked menacingly. Daniel's laughter rung through the school halls.

"I was lying, guys. Nothing happened at the doctors. Although, I haven't been in three years, since Jazz stopped forcing me after I found out that she found out." Daniel explained. Sighs that clearly expressed relief were expressed.

"When did you get so good at lying, Danny?" Sam asked in awe. There was no response, just a flash of light. I shook my head. When did my students become such a good liar?

Because those three used to not be able to lie about anything. Especially Tucker. Because he's the biggest mystery of the three. And he's definitely... what's the word? I looked in my urban dictionary. Bizarre.

Tucker Foley is definitely the most bizarre out of all my students.

Inspiration struck! FINALLY! Glad that is over. I'll hopefully do Sam today, and you'll probably get the 'Western' chapter tomorrow. But this is definitely unedited.

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