continued from part 1.

“You! You did it!” Ben screeched, pointing a stubby finger at me, nose scrunched up, causing his glasses to be raised higher on his face. “You put shampoo in my shoes!”

“What?” I said, anger rising, “No I didn’t! What makes you think that?”

“You LAUGHED. You LAUGHED! You LAUGHED, because you knew that you did it, you—”

“No I didn’t! I told you, I never even knew that—”

“LIES!” Ben snapped, ignoring my protests. “LIES. It’s all lies.”

“I DIDN’T DO IT!” I bellowed, causing a lot of stares.

“Fine then,” Ben said, “then look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t do it.” He resumed his FBI interrogator position, raising his eyebrows even higher, his eyes looking at me suspiciously. I could never raise my eyebrows and squint suspiciously at the same time, but Ben managed it.

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get me to smile, and I was trying really hard not to smile. I bit down on my lip and said, “I didn’t do it.”

I was sure I didn’t smile, but Ben seemed unconvinced. He stomped away, muttering “lies” under his breath. I shuffled away as well, stepping into the harsh sunlight that had moments ago seemed warm and comforting.

Thankfully, not many other people believed that I did it. It turned out he was not the only person who had shampoo in his shoes. Rob (who was my friend) did not believe it was me, and it was comforting.

After a while, Ben stopped annoying me by whispering “IT WAS HIM.” to people around me whenever I walked around. When someone asked if it was me, however, and I insisted that I wasn’t, he would cut in, saying, “Lies! Lies!” and dismissing it by waving his hand.

We never found out who it was. Nobody ever confessed. I don’t know, to this date, if people still think it’s me. But it wasn’t.