A/N: I hope that you enjoy this newest plot bunny, because it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. Ignores Phantom Planet.

Disclaimer: I in no way own Danny Phantom or any other recognizable thoughts or ideas.

…Casper High School…

Riiiinnnnnngggg!

The hallways quickly filled with shouting and laughing teenagers as they vacated the small classrooms and the school itself for the weekend.

Loud as these students were they were not quite loud enough to drown out the triumphant shout of one particular black-haired, blue-eyed classmate.

"YES! I MADE IT THROUGH A WHOLE DAY OF SCHOOL!" Danny Fenton shouted excitedly, his two closest friends laughing hysterically on either side of him.

Mr. Lancer shook his head from the doorway of his classroom. He should reprimand the boy for shouting but really didn't have the heart to do it. After all, Danny Fenton hadn't finished one continuous day of school in nearly two years – he deserved to celebrate this seemingly small victory.

His cell phone started ringing on his desk and his grin widened, having no doubt who was calling. This was going to be fun.

"Hello, Maddie," he answered, not bothering to hide his amusement.

"…"

"No, nothing is wrong – "

"…"

"Because he made it through the entire day without one tardy or absence."

"…"

Now the teacher outwardly laughed. "I don't believe he's being overshadowed."

"…?"

"Considering he just shouted 'I made it through a whole day of school'? Yes, I'm quite sure."

"!"

Lancer laughed as he held the phone two feet from his ear to avoid hearing loss from the celebratory shrieks on the other end.

...hallway…

Danny winced, but smiled as he chuckled, "I think my mom just found out."

This sent his friends, who had just regained their composure, into fresh peals of laughter.

"What's so funny, you guys?" Jazz giggled as she joined the trio by her little brother's locker.

Danny grinned proudly and there was a spark of joy in his eyes as he told her, "I made it through a whole day of school without so much as a tardy – AND I stayed awake!"

"That's great, Danny! I'm so proud of you!" Jazz smiled. "Would you like me to drive all of you home?"

"Thanks, Jazz, that would be great!" Danny smiled.

"Definitely better than walking right now," Sam commented with a shiver. It was, after all, the middle of January.

Tucker snickered unexpectedly and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You're not still laughing about me acting like an idiot are you? Danny asked, baffled.

It was Tucker's turn to look incredulous.

"You mean you guys didn't see that?" the techno-geek asked, snickering some more.

"See what?" Danny and Sam demanded.

Now Jazz was holding back her laughter, though she was more successful.

"Dash," she answered, tilting her head in the direction of the quarterback who, at the moment, was edging along the opposite wall watching for any sudden movement from Danny.

Danny bit his fist to keep from laughing too loudly and scaring the poor jock more; he had been getting more and more nervous as the day wore on. Once he had gained control of himself, he decided to take pity on the jock.

"Dash," Danny called, unable to keep his amusement out of his voice. Startled, Dash looked at him. "Relax. I'm not overshadowed, a ghost in disguise, or a cl-clone. I'm just having a good day.'

Dash blinked a few times before scowling at Danny's amused smirk and stalking off.

Jazz was about to ask her brother why he stumbled over the word "clone" when someone knocked past her. It turned out to be none other than Paulina Sanchez. The popular Latina stomped angrily out through the school doors without even pausing to apologize.

"What's with her?" Tucker asked, surprised.

"What rock have you been hiding under" Sam returned sarcastically. "Paulina's been in a bad mood all week – no one knows why."

"Huh. Weird," Tucker commented mildly. The group walked casually out to the parking lot together.

"So, Danny, how were your classes?" Jazz inquired.

"All my classes were … longer than I thought they were," Danny answered, causing his friends to smirk. "Oh, we did get this personal heritage project in history. I'm thinking that with this lull in ghost activity, I'd do my report on Bairdan."

"Bairdan? I've never even heard of it," Tucker commented.

"Yeah, it's kind of a small country," Danny said. He turned to his sister. "I was thinking of giving the finished project to Mom as a surprise."

"Why?" Sam asked curiously.

"Oh, that's right, you guys don't know," Danny muttered and then looked back up at his friends as he tried to think about how to explain. "Well, you know how my mom sort of has an accent? Like, a really mild one?"

"Yeah?" the two confirmed.

"Well, that's because Mom was born in Bairdan – and actually lived there until she went off to college," the halfa explained.

"Our grandma is actually American, so our mom's an American citizen, anyway," Jazz added. "I'm proud of you, Little Brother. I think Mom would really like that."

"Thanks, but, can you not tell her? I don't want her to be disappointed if, you know, something comes up," he requested as his sister turned into Sam's driveway.

"No problem," Jazz agreed. "Here's your stop, Sam. We'll see you soon."

Sam waved goodbye as the older girl pulled out. After dropping Tucker off at his house, the Fenton siblings rode home in a comfortable silence and were not in the least surprised to see their parents waiting at the front door, grinning from ear to ear.

….

A/N: Yes, there was a point to this chapter. Anywho, what did you think? Why is Mr. Lancer on a first-name basis with Mrs. Fenton? Do everyone's reactions make sense? Why was Paulina so angry? And, most importantly, what will Danny learn about Bairdan? Tell me in a review and as alwaysALOHA!