It quickly became his favorite thing to do every morning before school – stand in his bedroom window and observe his young neighbor. Sometimes he would waste twenty minutes. Sometimes longer.
He’d watch her march up and down their street yelling at the top of her lungs.
Her precious dog was missing. Bella had been gone for almost a week now.
A heartbreaking turn of events.
The teenage boy retreated to his bed. He grabbed Bella by the collar, patted her gently on the head. She growled back.
Only one question remained: when would he return the dog?
Or would he?
The Weekday One Hundred 