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Max pressed his nose against the cold school bus window, watching the towering buildings of Manhattan blur past. Everything here was different from Vermont—no rolling hills, no quiet streets where he knew every neighbor's name, no backyard where his old dog Bailey used to chase squirrels. Just concrete, strangers, and the constant symphony of car horns that made his head hurt.
"Washington Elementary, next stop!" the bus driver called out.
Max's stomach twisted into a knot. First day at a new school in September, when everyone else had already made their friends. He clutched his Spider-Man lunchbox tighter, feeling the familiar weight of his mom's ham-and-cheese sandwich inside—the same lunch she'd made him every school day since kindergarten. At least some things didn't change.
The morning crawled by in a blur of unfamiliar faces and confusing hallways. When the lunch bell finally rang, Max followed the stream of kids outside to the small park next to the school. While clusters of students laughed and played together, he found an empty bench near the chain-link fence, far from the chaos of the basketball court and jungle gym.
He opened his lunchbox slowly, unwrapping the sandwich from its aluminum foil with the same careful precision his mother had used to wrap it that morning. The bread was still soft, the cheese perfectly positioned, a thin layer of yellow mustard—just the way he liked it. For a moment, just breathing in that familiar smell, he could almost pretend he was back home.
Max lifted the sandwich to his mouth, closed his eyes, and—
Something brown and white flashed past his face. His hands were suddenly empty.
"Hey!" Max jumped up, spinning around to see a scruffy dog with a red bandana around his neck, Max's sandwich dangling from his mouth. The dog's eyes sparkled with mischief as he stood there for just a second, tail wagging, as if he was enjoying Max's shock.
"That's mine! Give it back!" Max lunged forward, but the dog was already gone, darting through a gap in the fence that Max hadn't even noticed.
Without thinking, Max squeezed through the same gap, his backpack catching on the wire for a moment before he yanked it free. The dog was already halfway down the alley, weaving between garbage cans like he'd done this a thousand times before.
"Stop! Thief!" Max's sneakers slapped against the wet pavement as he ran harder than he'd ever run in PE class. The dog glanced back, and Max could swear he saw him grin around the sandwich before taking a sharp left.
Max skidded around the corner, nearly colliding with a woman carrying grocery bags. "Sorry!" he gasped, not slowing down. The dog was heading toward an abandoned building, its windows boarded up with plywood covered in graffiti. Max watched in disbelief as the dog shouldered through a loose board at the bottom of a doorway and disappeared inside.
Max hesitated for just a second. His mom would kill him if she knew he was chasing a strange dog into an abandoned building. But that was his sandwich—his one piece of home in this overwhelming city.
He squeezed through the opening.
Inside, shafts of dusty light filtered through gaps in the boarded windows. Max could hear claws clicking on the floor above him. A staircase with missing railings zigzagged up through the building's hollow center. He could see the dog's tail disappearing around the third-floor landing.
"Come back here!" Max took the stairs two at a time, his chest burning. Fourth floor, fifth floor—how tall was this building? His legs felt like jelly, but anger pushed him forward. That dog had no right to steal from him. Not today. Not when everything else had already been taken away—his home, his friends, his whole life.
Finally, Max burst through a door marked "ROOF ACCESS" and stumbled into blazing sunlight. He blinked, momentarily blinded, then saw the dog sitting calmly next to what had to be the weirdest thing he'd ever seen on a rooftop—an old upright piano, its wood weathered and keys yellowed, looking like it had been there for decades.
The sandwich lay on the ground, still mostly intact. The dog hadn't even eaten it.
Max took a step forward, breathing hard. "What's your problem? Why did you—"
The dog tilted his head, and then, as casual as anything, he spoke.
"You got wheels, kid—but not enough to catch me."