Felix POV

"STOP! YOU LITTLE THIEF! YOU BRAT!" Whoao ! The baker could shout . But whatever! I won't give back the bread. I need it. Even the great master thief Felix needs food sometimes . Well, when I don't get food from my dad that is. When we talk about my father, I need to get done with the book for that guy from yesterday. And then I have to wash the store and fix the roof. Well, I have it better than the two girls I saw on the fifth street, so I shouldn't complain. 

I stopped on the roof of the store that me and my father lived and worked in. I pulled off my black hood I use when I steal food, and climbed in through the window of my room. I broke the bread in two, ate one part of it and hid the other. Then I started to work . I didn't think of all the noise and what happened outside my window , but focused only on the book.