When I was in 7th grade, there was this fellow, we'll call him Z. Z was a strange fellow. He had freckles, ginger hair, and had this weird accent when he spoke that sounded like it was German or Eastern European. He would frequently tell people to "shut up" even if what they said had no bearing on his existence, and he would get angry for no reason. At times, he would point his fingers at random kids and threaten to kill them, and he would (hilariously) tell kids who were far bigger than him that he would "kick their butt." Well, one day, I was in our PE class (that I shared with him), and he had a spot on the gym floor just inches from my own. We were doing situps, and...at one point...the worst happened: I let one rip. It was loud, and it cut like a knife. This kid in front of me, K, turned around and asked if that was me. Already embarrassed, I pointed out Z, and pinned it on him. Before I knew it, a significant amount of the class turned and started chastising him for blowing a big one he did not commit. 

They never found me out...unless one of you is reading this sub, of course. Then, ya got me. Lol. 