I wait for the baker to turn his back. When he does I grab the loaf of bread and stick it under my cloak. I calmly walk away. I've learned that if you act calm people won't be suspicious. (Closed rp. Someone be a knight. One person only please.)
"Touch the ground, Alina, touch it!" he shouted, stomping his foot. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. I got down on my knees, hesitant. "Touch it!" With a deep breath I touched the ground and the earth around me began to crack. What had I done?