When I was 12/13, I used to attend a local kids’ amateur dramatic club, which was held at my secondary school.
I was already being bullied for long years at school, and although not so bad at the club it was still there (this is merely context to the story).
One week I went to the loo, and used the air freshener afterwards because I’m not a heathen - we had to use the staff loos because the rest of the school was locked off.
The next week came around, and half way through the drama club the fire alarm went off - I’d again been at the loo at the time so had no idea what was going on. I can’t actually remember if the fire engines came out, but suffice to say that was the end of the evening that night, and we all went home.
Fast forward to the next day, and during registration my form teacher pulls me to one side and says the headteacher would like to speak to me. So, me being completely unawares, rocks up to the headteacher’s office. He pulls me in and starts laying into me and accusing me of setting off the alarm by, and I quote, “spraying air freshener into the alarm and we’ve got your fingerprints”. Now, forgive me for being naive, but even at that age I kinda knew there was no way that they’d have a) finger printed the air freshener b) have my finger prints on file!??!
Anyway, there was little I could do to convince him of my innocence (and I was already weirded out by the relation to the air freshener which I had happened to use the week before).
But the real injustice was my bitch of a year 9 head. She wasn’t happy with the answer I gave, and proceeded to pull me aside at every opportunity (break, lunchtime) and ask, in a really ‘friendly/stern but condescending tone’ whether I was ‘willing to admit what I’d done’.
I ended up snapping and saying ‘look, would it make you happy if I just lied and said I did do it to get you to leave me alone?’