Debunked

On the first day of school, someone knocked over my milk tea, and then insisted I'd stained her clothes. She acted as if I couldn't possibly afford to compensate her, and even led others to believe she was the school director's daughter. I looked closely—the garment was clearly the one I'd accidentally stained and thrown away. Besides, when did I get a sister? Just after arriving and getting out of the car, mud splattered all over me from another passing vehicle. My $200,000 custom-made outfit was ruined. I wanted to rush back to the dorm and change, but none of the upperclassmen offered to help, seeing me covered in mud. I had to drag my two suitcases to registration myself. When I finally reached the dorm, it was packed. Everyone was crowded around one person, chattering excitedly.