AN: I know I'm terrible for starting yet ANOTHER story, but it couldn't be helped! I've been seeing a bunch of field trip stories popping up and decided to write my own! Yay-ish!

Disclaimer: No matter how much I wis-... want it to be true, I do not own Danny Phantom.

Snow and ice. To most people, they were terrible things, especially when mixed. They were just so cold, and fatal, that people tended to avoid it. But to ice-cores like Danny, they were really awesome. Like, 'freeze your enemies and become more powerful than normal' awesome. As his core developed, he was able to endure lower temperatures. That, and it just seemed kind of... peaceful. The snow was just really soft, and calm. Danny liked it even when he was younger. He was always out playing in the snow, before his mother had to call him in.

He sat at the classroom window sill, a white long-sleeved shirt under his norm white and red, checking and double-checking to make sure no one saw. He reached out towards his backpack. His hand seemed to clench around nothing, and his thumb twitched. In his hand was the neck of a black and white guitar with ectoplasm green strings. He smiled softly to himself before grabbing the pick with his logo from under the strings. He strummed a few chords, experimenting, then found a tune he liked. He continued on, adding more and more to it, and just as he was about to start humming his own song, Sam and Tucker came in.

The only reason they were here after he was, was because school had a two-hour delay on account of the weather. If he were being perfectly honest, he may or may not have helped it along, made it a bit more intense. It keeps a lot of the ghosts away, and I was able to sleep in more. So I used my powers to my advantage, sue me. His thumb quickly went up to a small blue switch on top of the head-stock and flicked it. The guitar instantly went invisible, again, as though it were never there. Sam and Tucker came and took their seats in the back of the room. Danny hurried to put his guitar near his things, and still look casual. Sam was the first to notice something was off about his behavior.
"Danny? You alright? You seem a bit... jumpy." He gave a casual half-smile to her. It was nice to know she cared.

"Don't worry, Sam, I'm fine." Sam gave him a soft smile, as Tucker seemed to cough the word 'lovebirds' into his arm. Sam blushed and glared at him, Danny rolled his eyes at the techno-geek. She put her hand on Danny's, and looked back to him.

"I dunno, Danny. You just seem different, lately. A lot more closed off. Even to us." Danny, to the surprise of the others, pulled his hand away from Sam's without even the slightest blush. He became more withdrawn in posture and cold in tone.

"I said I'm fine, Sam. I'm not that different." She seemed hurt, but pulled away anyway. Danny felt a bit guilty and sighed. Everyone always called me clueless, but really, my mind was just always somewhere else. Before he could pursue the topic, Mr. Lancer and some of the last-minute kids walked in. They took their seats, and Mr. Lancer walked over to his desk. He took out a stack of papers, which Mikey volunteered to pass out, and stood at the front of the class.

"Alright, settle down, everyone. To start off class today, I have an announcement. For the entire week your fifth period will be replaced with a Ghost 101 class." Team Phantom groaned, while everyone else cheered, or blinked indifferently. "The reason behind this is that next Monday, we will all be taking a class field trip to the Ghost Zone, and we need to take the necessary precautions." Sam, Tucker, and Danny looked at each other and silently agreed to skip the field trip. Before their plan could get off the ground, Lancer said, "And to those of you thinking of skipping, this is mandatory for anyone with a C grade average or lower."

The trio gathered closer and whispered, "We need to prepare big-time for this."

"Exactly what I was thinking, Tucker. We're gonna need guns, specter deflectors, Danny? Any suggestions?"

"Extra food and water." They all nodded and broke their huddle. Who knew what would happen? They needed to be ready for anything. Despite Danny making a few friends in the Ghost Zone, he still had a lot of enemies. Class went on with no one paying particular attention to Mr. Lancer. Everyone was thinking about the upcoming field trip, and how to prepare. When the bell rang, Danny put his guitar strap around him secretively, and walked towards the door.

Before he could walk out, Lancer put a hand on his shoulder, almost bumping the guitar, and halting the progress of the three friends. "Mr. Fenton, Ms. Manson, Mr. Foley, I trust you three will be getting your permission slips in to my quickly?" They all nodded in unison and, with Lancer satisfied, he let them continue to their next class.

AN: Wow, this was shorter than I thought! Oh well, I've got the next two or three chapters planned out on paper, and some further ones planned out in my head. Surprisingly, this one will have little to no Vlad involvement.

Danny: *snickers* What? The baby black sheep too embarrassed, or something?

Vlad: No, I just have no need to involve myself in a little high schools plans.

*rolls eyes* Whatever, cheesehead. Alright! Don't forget to review! See you next chapter! Kasena, out!