Danny Phantom: Ghost Zone Field trip

Roll Call

Darkness.

That's all Maddie saw.

Opening her eyes, she winced at the sudden pain that raced through her body. After a minute of sitting there trying to relax the pain in her body, she sat up and tried to remember what happened.

Screaming. She remembers Danny screaming and then something hit them.

Getting herself up she noticed her left arm was bleeding. Trying to get a closer look on the cut she felt a sickening crack.

Yup, her arm was broken.

Maddie looked down to her clothing and saw rippings everywhere. Her pants were now turned into uneven shorts, her shirt sleeves now hang loosely, and she had cuts and scrapes all over her face and body.

All in all, she looked like a mess.

She looked down at Jack and of course her husband didn't have many cuts and bruises, only minor scrapes and a few tears of clothing. Probably because of his bigger than most of them.

"To Kill a Mockingbird! What happened?!?"; turning around, Maddie saw Mr. Lancer trying to stand up but failing to do so. She quickly rushed over and sat him down, not wanting him to hurt himself even worse. He had a bump on his shiny bald head, his wrist was bent in an odd shape, and he had scrapes all over his arms.

"I'm not sure, I- I think we were hit or something but I'm not sure with what." The teacher's eyes widened at the news and placed a hand on his throbbing forehead.

Taking a look to his unconscious class he quickly did a head count before sighing in relief. Everyone was here. Hurt but here.

Hopefully alive.

After waiting a few minutes, Maddie was able to find a first aid kit and wrap Mr. Lancer's wrist.

As soon as she was done making her own sling for her arm; with a bit of help from the ever so shaking English teacher, they noticed a few students beginning to wake up.

Wincing at their pain, each student blinked a few times before realization came into their teenaged minds. Screaming, shouting, and panicked faces were seen all over the area.

"We're going to die!"

"Im dreaming! This is all a dream!"

"I knew this was going to happen.."

"My Hair!"

"Prince and the Pauper! Everyone quiet!" Everyone had gone silent hearing their teacher before cringing at the sight of him. "Okay if we all remain calm so I could do a head count we could attend to your wounds faster." Some students were about to protest but the thought of not getting treated made them oblige.

" Leslie?", Mr. Lancer called out to the young brunette. She raised her scraped hand and mumbled a 'here'. Her face was scraped, her pants seemed all right, but her shirt was now just scraps making the girl use a sweater to cover her revealing body.

"Charlotte?" He searched for the blonde girl who raised her hand and sent a small thumbs up; signifying that she was fine. Her pants were uneven shorts now making a large gash on her calf visible. Her shirt was dirty but nonetheless covering everything. Her face showed signs of blood here and there but she remained a smile on her face like she always did.

Mr. Lancer couldn't help but smile back; knowing that the smile was too contagious to ignore. Moving on, he called the next person.

"Josh?" he called out before spotting the brunette jock sitting with the A-List. He received a scowl but was ignored by the English teacher. His letterman jacket was torn by the sleeve. He was caressing his left hand; most likely sprained. A bruise was forming on his cheek.

"Mikey?" he turned to the redheaded nerd only to find that he was being hugged by Mrs. Fenton; his shaking shoulders confirming his thoughts that the boy had started crying.

Shaking his head he called his next student. "Marcus?" he turned to the dark skinned kid who was sitting with the A-List as well. He sent him a curt nod as if saying 'what up man' making Mr. Lancer reply in the same way; earning him a smile.

Marcus had his letterman jacket off, finding no more use of it now that it looked more like a rag. His shirt had a few tears by his chest and stomach; making it almost look like an animal had attacked. A trail of blood was coming out of his nose; the rags of his letterman jacket now useful.

"Jose?" he called out to the spanish speaking kid. He received a small grunt. Looking over to his young pupil, he noticed that he was already tying his wounds into bandanas to stop the blood flowing. He smiled proudly at him before he moved on.

"Paulina?", he didn't have to wait long for her reply as he could hear her cries of saying things about her hair and how Phantom wouldn't date someone with horrible hair. Rolling his eyes he noticed Star there comforting the Latina and checked her off as well not bothering in calling her name.

Both girls had scrapes on their faces and arms. Paulina's shirt seemed covered with dirt, her hair was in all different directions, and her feet had been bare meaning she hurt at least one foot. Mr. Lancer could only sigh remembering the high heels she had been wearing.

Star, however, had a bloody lip, her hand looked like it was swelling, and her pants seemed ripped in all different places. Yet, she was a whole lot calmer than most students.

"Kwan?" he saw the happy go lucky teenager tossing a pebble with his foot with none other than Dash Baxter. Both not aware of the injuries they had. Kwan's arm seemed to have a gash starting from his wrist and ending at the beginning of his elbow. His letterman jacket had one sleeve missing and his pants had holes in different places.

Dash on the other hand seemed a bit dazed but that could be normal due to the blood running down his left temple. His left arm was being cradled by his right hand but nonetheless he kept playing with the pebble.

"Valerie?" the dark skinned girl only continued scowling at the green swirling sky. Mr. Lancer never understood why his young pupil hated ghost so much but he knew to never ask as he has seen what happened when someone did.

Shuddering at the memory he took notice of her injuries. Nothing too bad just minor scrapes and bruises. Her clothing seemed dirty with a few tears here and there but nothing too drastic.

"Samantha?" no response making the English teacher raise an eyebrow in slight worry. "Samantha??" he asked again the students now noticing the goth girl's disappearance and the tone of worry in there teacher's voice.

Mr. Lancer decided to call out someone else close to her; maybe the goth was upset and giving him the cold shoulder. "Tucker?", he knew that he would answer for both of them but when no answer came he began to panic.

"They're over here!"

The panic was soon replaced with relief as everyone headed towards the two teens. Both Tucker's and Sam's backs were facing them and as soon as everyone got a closer look at what they were looking at they were filled with dread at seeing the one person they had all forgot about; laying there unconscious...

...Danny Fenton
____________________________________
Hey guys im glad so many people have viewed this story I believe about 63 people have viewed it. Shout out to LunaStarsNight! I got so excited and happy that you voted and commented on my story that I started writing this ASAP, thanks so much! :D

Anyway this chapter is a little boring but there is a perfectly good reason for that. You see I realized that halfway into the story I kept mentioning people that no one really knows so might as well introduce all of them. Well, i hope you guys enjoy this please comment, vote, review and other stuff bye. :D