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Danny Fenton was on a role.
He woke up before his alarm clock, and was up and dressed with time to spare for breakfast. If his family was surprised, they didn't show it, just waved him off to school with a smile. Danny had met up with his best friends, Sam and Tucker, before walking to school - with no ghost attacks.
Danny really didn't want to jinx it, but he just knew it was going to be a good day.
Sam and Tucker picked up on his good mood, and it put a smile on the two friends faces to see the half ghost putting a skip in his step.
When the trio arrived at Casper High, they had plenty of time to relax at their lockers and gather their things. Dash and the A Listers didn't even pay any attention to them. The three chalked it up to luck, and when the bell rang, they easily made their way to their first period with smiles on their faces.
It was almost as if the universe decided to give them a break, knowing the days that awaited them.
...
The pasty chalk scratched against the chalkboard, and several students cringed. Mr. Lancer paid no mind to the painful noise, instead stepping aside calmly so that his students could read the two simple words.
Field Trip.
Friday, last period, and no ghost attacks. This was going to be the perfect weekend.
Immediately, the class was alive with the buzzing of whispers and giggles. Even Danny, Sam, and Tucker perked up and leaned forward in their seats.
"Settle down," Lancer called, holding his hands up in a lame attempt to calm the teenagers down. But he had a smile gracing his features, and Danny didn't think he cared too much that the kids were excited. "Now, as you all know, our yearly trip is approaching. As usual, you all get to decide a - reasonable - destination."
"ComiCon is coming up," Tucker mumbled, staring dreamily ahead.
"Lame," Sam told him. "There's this awesome gothic magician-"
"Remember the last time you tried to drag us to a gothic performance?" Danny snickered. "Maybe you should stay out of this discussion."
Sam glared and kicked his chair. "It's not my fault you got hypnotized."
One of band kids raised their hand, looking excited. "Mr. Lancer!" the kid called. Danny thought his name was Kyle. "The Amity Symphony just announced their production of Carnival of the Animals, and-"
"I think we should go to a football game," Dash announced.
"Well, I think we should just go to the mall," Paulina argued, admiring herself in a compact mirror. "It's more educational. There's, like, math and stuff."
"How is there math in shopping?" Kwan asked.
"Um, hello?" Star called. "What if you want to buy something that's twenty-five dollars, but it's on sale for fifteen percent off?"
Immediatly, Paulina sat up. "Twenty-one, twenty-five." She said it proudly, and Danny saw Sam blink.
Mr. Lancer sighed and shook his head. "Class, please, settle down."
People began to raise their hands for suggestions, and the chalkboard slowly began to fill up. The zoo, the symphony (not a football game or the mall), and even simple wishes like a day at the park.
When the bell rang, most of the class ran out, eager to go home. Danny had detention (no surprise there, and he had previously known about out anyhow), and Sam and Tucker stayed behind to discuss weekend plans. Danny noticed a few other classmates had stayed behind as well; Valerie, Paulina, Star, Dash, Kwan, and West Weston. Danny could guess Wes' motives. The kid hasn't given up on trying to out Danny's secret since he first suspected it two months ago. The other teenagers, Danny hadn't a clue.
"Too bad we can't go to the Ghost Zone," Valerie sighed as she dropped her textbook into her bag. The girl was on the other side of the room, but Valerie's words caught everyone's attention.
"Ooh, what if we saw the Ghost Boy?" Paulina gushed, leaning forward onto Valerie's desk.
Danny felt the familiar tingle go down his spine, and sure enough, his next breath came out in a fog. Despite it being after school hours, and detention not technically starting for another fifteen minutes, Danny raised his hand.
"Miss Sanchez, Miss Grey, we are supposed to be thinking of reasonable places to go," Lancer reminded with a slight chuckle. "Mr. Fenton? Did you have another idea?"
Danny opened his mouth to excuse himself to the bathroom when Paulina said the fateful words.
"Well, I wish we could take a trip to the Ghost Zone."
Laughter filled the air, and Danny was filled with dread as he recognized the voice. "So you shall wish it, so it shall be!"
Danny barely had time to reach for his two best friends before pink smoke filled his senses and he felt the sensation of being weightless. The screams that surrounded him barely registered through his mind before he found himself falling.
Thinking and acting quickly, the teen twisted his body so that he landed steadily on his feet. His classmates, however, had no such luck, and he winced as his two friends landed with a soft thump.
While the students and teacher groaned and struggled to gain their bearings, Danny took in their surroundings.
They had landed on a purple-ish rock, and the swirling colors of green made odd patterns in the sky. When Danny spotted the spiked, floating door a few yards ahead, he felt as of he could faint.
"Oh crud," he huffed, before turning to help Sam struggle to her feet.
Mr. Lancer was one of the first to sit up and get a sense of his surroundings. When he did, he gave a startled cry that sounded suspiciously like Ernest Hemingway.
At first, everyone gazed around in wonderment.
Then, Paulina screamed.
Danny leaped across his fellow peers and clamped a hand over her mouth. Fearfully, he kept his gaze on the spiked door and waited a couple minutes before deeming it safe. By the time he removed his hand, the Latina was furiously wiping her mouth.
"Ewe," she whined. "Don't ever touch me again, loser."
Dash was glaring at him, and if it weren't for the fact that Lancer was right there, Danny thought he would have a face full of rock.
"You have to be quiet," Danny urged, looking around to ensure their safety. "If we catch the attention of some... unwanted company, we could be in some real trouble."
"What do you know, Fenturd?" Dash smirked. "I bet you don't even know where we are." The jock seemed to falter as a realization hit him. "Uh... where are we?"
Danny looked around with slouched shoulders. "Everyone," he sighed, "welcome to the Ghost Zone."