The giant gem glittered in my sweaty hands as I stared into its clear, red facets. The stone was big enough that I had to hold it in both hands. It was so pretty I could have held it and stared at it all day.
I heard the ever familiar heels-on-granite clicking and I stuffed the gem into my sack.
Throwing caution to the wind, I barreled out of the room and right past Mother. She was startled, but only momentarily.
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The Thief's Key
FantasiA young girl absolutely hates her parents, who are rich good-for-nothings. So she runs away to seek her own fortune.
