(A/n) I adopted this from dracomiloy and this is the first, re-writed chapter, enjoy and please review because down there is one little, lonely button that wants to be clicked or touched for mobile and tablet user.

~Chapter 1~ Class Of The New Begging

Danny ran into his firs period, English classroom, just as the school bell rang.

Walking past an unimpressed Lancer he quickly sat on his seat between Tucker and Sam, his best friends.

As soon everyone settled in their seats, Landed spoke, "Good morning students, as you may know, if you have been listening at all these past few days, today we will be starting my favorite unit... POETRY! Doesn't that sounds awesome!" he exclaimed and students just glanced at him with a cold stare, like they were some statues.

Lancler cleared his throat and continue, "The poetry unit this year has a central theme of bullying, so I always like to begin with a poem that my best friend wrote many years ago and don't ask me for his name because I won't tell you.

Now, this poem is personal and I don't feel like it to read it out loud, so please split into groups of 2-3, read it and discuss it. I will be at my desk if anybody have some issues." Landed said and shared the poem and then sat on his char and went deep in his thoughts.

The trio of friends each looked at the poem and read it, it felt like the suicide note, but they also felt like they know the author.

By the time they were finished even Sam was blinking rapidly to stop tears that were welling in her eyes.

"You don't think...?" Tucker asked his friends, unable to find the appropriate words to use.

"That the author killed himself?" Danny finished Tuckers question and continue, "I wouldn't doubt it, but I also wouldn't ask about it either... This was Lancer's best friend after all." the rest of the trio agreed that although they were curious, they couldn't ask Landed, but apparently another person in their class did not have the same objections.

"Um... Mr. Lancer, is the writer dead or something, because I thought that poems were supposed to be happy and romantic like the ones that Phantom writes me." Paulina practically shirkes, al least that's what it sounds to Sam, who is looking at Danny.

They were both looking creeped out about how obsessive Paulina is.

"To respond to your two statements. Yes, he committed suicide about week after writing this and no, they are not all happy and romantic. They are many types of poems as there are novels, maybe even more. There is or can be poem for anything, with absolutely no limitations." Lancer said.

"I'm sorry to hear about yous friend Mr. Lancer, if you don't mind me asking, what was his name?" Sam asked because she had a feeling like she know that person that was so depressed, everybody deserves to be remembered.

"Didn't you listen? I won't tell you his name! It brings me some painful memories of our good, spended time together.

But if you want to know, search for some clues. I'm suggestion you to look at old yearbooks" Lancer said and after everything went quite Lancer started to talk something about how poetry must come from the heart and involve real feelings.

He let the class spend the last five minutes talking.

When a school bell rang, everyone rushed out of the class except Danny. He needed to ask something Mr. Lancer.

He got close to his desk, he really didn't want to ask, but he needed, "Mr. Lancer?"

"Yes, Mr. Fenton?"

"I was wondering, do you know that maybe this name, Sidney Poindexter?"

Mr. Lancer gasped, "How do you know that name!?" he asked suprised, everyone forgot about him except him and apparently Danny.

"He-he, it's a long story, but my point is, he was your best friend and he wrote this poem. Am I right?"

Lancer seemed suprised, after so many generations and students that read that poem never found out who the author is, but clumsy and sleeping student did.

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"Hey Sidney! Wanna come out and chat? We haven't spoken like forever and you know how good is egg cream on this side of the locker!"

Danny had gotten to Poindexter's good side after he realized that Dash was bully and not Danny.

To make up to Poindexter for breaking his portal to his world, Danny put a portable portal to the Ghost Zone in the locker for him so they could talk more often.

When Sidney heard the offer of soda, he stepped out and took the can offered to him.

Sidney floated about an inch off the ground when he spoke to Danny, "Howdy partner! How is it going in the land of living?"

"Good, I guess, and I have been meaning to come and hang out with you for a while, but there's always people and you know how I hate attention. "

"Well, it seems like you got over it, people are starting at you right now you know!" Pointdexter seemed worried, "So, what is so important that you don't seem to notice the crowd?"

Danny begins to explain, but Sam first hands the poem sheet to the nerdy ghost, as he reads, his eyes widen in sadness and shock.

"Where did you get this?" he asked and Tucker explained, "You see, we started the poetry unit in English class so our teacher gave us a poem written by his best friend to show us that poetry needs real emotion behind it."

"I'm suprised..." began Sam.

"At what? My reaction to this? I got over the whole thing when I began to help others who are being bullied. People who are bullied now go through then I did." Pointdexter explained to the Goth.

"Actually, I'm suprised that Tucker actually knew what Mr. Lancer said... He never listen in class." the group of for laughed at Sam's comment while the crowd was still confused as to what was going on.

"Wait, Lanc is your teacher? He must be what? 67 years old by now? How's he doing? Is he nice teacher?" Sidney had so many questions, yet he couldn't seem to get them all out.

"Whoa there Sid, so many questions! Why won't you ask him some of them?"

"We could bring you to his office, it's his lunch period right now." Danny said after Sam.

"Oh no, nonononono... I couldn't do that to him, he would freak out and probably pass out. I'm a GHOST for the love of god!"

"How about we warn him that it is shocking, and ghosts are way common nowadays, it's not 1954. anymore," Tucker tried to convince Pointdexter that this was good idea.

It took offers of egg cream for a month, but the trio eventually convinced him and had started to walk towards the Lancer's office.

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"Ok, wait right here invisible for a second, we'll call you when we are ready." Danny patted Sid on the back right before he turned invisible and the trio knocked at the door.

A faint 'come in' had been heard so they turned the knob almost hesitantly and entered.

"Hello, Ms. Mansion, Mr. Fenton and Foley. What can I help you with today?" Mr. Lancer asked the trio kindly.

"Actually, nothing sir, but you might be able to help our friend."

"You see, he is a ghost and he has lost his best friend, a lot like you back in the fifties, and now he's trying to find this person that he lost" Danny said.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not seeing how I can help with that issue," Lancer says confused.

"For now, you can help us by not freaking out when he walks into your office in a few seconds." Sam said and pointed to the doors that Danny just walked out.

Soon, he came back but this time he is not alone.

Lancer immediately recognized that figure after so many years that passed.

Subconsciously Lancer had to stood up and started walking towards his old friend.

When he reached him he was happily surprised that the nerdy ghost was tangible when he pulled him into a hug.

When the trio saw that their teacher is crying and than Sid joined him in the sob city not long after, they decided that now was the time to quietly slip out the office.

"See ya Sid, don't forget to visit us more often!" they said as they walked out.

(A/n) I want to say one more time thanks to dracomiloy for allowing me to adopt this story.

I hope you all enjoyed!