... I asked the teacher if I could at least keep my lunch box with me during class so that it would not get stolen, but he said that if he let me, then he would have to let all the kids keep their lunches during class, too. He also told me that if I was able to show him when Paul was stealing my lunch, then he would expel Paul or at least get him transferred to another class. (My teacher knew Paul was a troublemaker.)
After my teacher told me that he was going to do something about it (if I caught Paul), I decided to learn how to make a burglar alarm. I used a little inventor's book that my dad gave me - sort of like this burglar alarm lesson. Pretty soon I had a burglar alarm in my lunchbox.
The day after I converted my lunchbox into a "Burglar Alarm Lunchbox," I took it to school and placed it in the back of the classroom so that Paul would come and get it. I even told him that I was so hungry that I couldn't wait for lunchtime because I had my favorite "Twinkies and Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich."
Well, at about 11:30, the buzzer went off, and the teacher didn't know what was going on, but he saw that Paul's hands were in my lunch box. It was the funniest thing because his face was so red from embarrassment.
After that, Paul went to visit the principal. He never came back to my class; instead, he went to the class next door to mine, but I didn't care. I HAD MY LUNCH!