Inspired in a brief paraboli I've read yesterday.
Lunch box
He was quite sure it had been Francisco. That boy was always hungry, almost as hungry as Miguel himself! It could only be him.
He had looked everywhere. Under the table, under Martin's table, in and outside the classroom... maybe he forgot it on the yard or the playground, but when he realized it wasn't there, he had no doubt. Pancho had taken his lunch box. And it still had one sandwich inside! If it wasn't for that, he wouldn't be looking for it anyway.
"Francisco, give it back! I know you have it!"
The boy looked up in confusion, staring.
"What?" he asked in a lower tone than Miguel. He really hated when everyone was looking.
"You know what!" Miguel complained and kicked the leg of his stool.
"I don't know... and stop that!"
"You DO know!"
"No!"
"Yeess!"
"No!"
As they started screaming, a little crowd of curious children surrounded them, wanting to see and know what' up. Only a few finished packing their backpacks, leaving the classroom. Among them, Manuel walked to the door, spying at the screaming boys from the corner of his eyes. He hurried up his pace and left, thinking of the lunch box he had hidden behind some bushes on the schoolyard.
Miguel was dumb as fish and nothing could make Manuel change his mind. And not only was he dumb as a fish, he also told stories about him to the other children. They weren't true. He heard him talk the other day with his little brother, Julito (who looked like he would grow up to be a more annoying version of Miguel). He said girls gave cooties, which wasn't a lie, but then he went on and added a "and Manuel too, but only girls and Manuel". He didn't explain why, even though Julio asked, and Manuel didn't stay to listen on. He had heard enough.
That's why he took his lunch box. He knew Miguel loved to eat, so he ate his last sandwich. He wanted him to suffer for inventing stories about him, because it wasn't Manuel who gave cooties. It was clearly Miguel, who was dumb as a fish.