A Strange Story from My Middle School Days

I'd like to share a strange story from my middle school days. It happened when I was in second grade and we were doing a summer cleaning at the art club. The teacher gave us money and said, "Go buy your favorite drinks for everyone." So the vice president went to buy some juice, but there wasn't any for me. The vice president said, "Huh? When I met you at the entrance and said 'Good work,' I gave it to you, right?" But I was with my friends, so I hadn't gone anywhere. The president also testified, "She was here the whole time." The club members murmured, "That's scary." It all got brushed aside when the president bought juice for us anyway. I think there might be a girl in the first grade who looks just like me. When I'm walking my dog, some underclassmen I guess call out "XX-chan" from a distance. And a classmate once told me, "You're always running around the school, right?" I haven't actually met her, so I can't say for sure, but... ...I thought I was a fairly approachable upperclassman, so I was greatly shocked that they couldn't tell me apart. Personally, that's the scary part for me.