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Miss Lissy Lou 
Cale walked up behind Anna, pulling out his coin bag as he went, pouring out some of the galleons. Psssh, he had no idea what to do! This was more than just a final--this was a test to see if they could actually survive outside of school.
FAIL. He could feel it already.
"Right, yeah, it can't be too bad," he said with a small chuckle. "We just go up to the counter, say 'I need this changed to American money' and we're on our way, yes?" he asked. "That seems simple enough." He dropped the coins back into his bag and walked forward. "Come on, follow me--I'm the MAN here, I'll figure out where to go!" he assured her with a grin.
As he walked forward, however, he was walking a bit TOO fast and not paying attention to where he was going, and he felt his feet start to slip from underneath him--the front of his shoe skid across the floor with a loud SQUEAK! and all he saw was a shimmer of gold in the air as the bag flew out of his hand. It opened slightly, letting out one, two...12 galleons which went rolling every direction.
"ANNA GRAB THEM!" he cried, jumping up quickly and stepping on three that were nearby, causing them to fall flat in their tracks. He dropped them in his bag and looked around in panic, hoping she'd be able to locate them all...
ZOMG THERE WAS ANOTHER ONE! He jumped forward and grabbed another one of the escaped coins--four down, eight to go!
"Right...not too bad," Anna agreed, although she wasn't exactly sure she believed what she and Cale were saying. First of all, neither Cale nor Anna had every really done anything this big without the help of their parents. Mr. and Mrs. Greingoth and...well, Mrs. Newell...had always been right beside Cale and Anna to correctly and safely lead the way. Now it seemed as if the had been thrown head first into a sea of adulthood and not given a clue one to help them.
Oh, wait. They'd actually been given a few clues from Professor Dumont. They only helped slightly, though. It wasn't like either one of them knew who Dionne War...War...Warzone was. "Okay, okay. So we walk up there and just say, "Hey...erm, yo, can I get some American money? That sounds easy, but Cale, what if they're like...a convict or something? What if they only give us hlalf of what we're supposed to get? I mean, do
you know how much we should get? 'Cause I hate to tell ya, Romeo, but I don't," Anna said, glancing down at her chipped nail polish again.
She eyed Cale out of the corner of her eyes. What a cutie pie he was. An arrogant cutie pie, but a cutie pie, nonetheless. ...and now he was claiming to be "THE MAN." Whatever. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Anna followed Cale up towards where she only hoped they needed to be. "What if we're in the wrong building? I mean, what if this is where we're supposed to buy train tickets at or something?" Anna asked. She didn't think she'd get an answer, though. "THE MAN" had apparently lost a good chunk of his money.
"CALEB!" she squealed, running forward and diving for the money. "Two hundred galleons! Two hundred! That's all we have, and then KABOOM, it's all gone. Do you
think you might be able to refrain from losing any of it?" Anna scooped up the last of the eight coins and then dropped them back into Cale's bag, frowning at him as she did. "For someone who is supposedly THE MAN, you surely have a funny way of showing it..."
"Now, follow me before you get us both killed...or worse---
lost."