Sure enough, my dad came home from work.

Mum had called him at work, so he knew the whole story.

He did, to be fair, allow me to explain my side of the story.

He listened calmly, and then told me that I should have walked away and told a teacher.

How easy it is for adults to say things like that when they don’t have to face the other kids!

My father told me to fetch the slipper from the green box in his bedroom closet. He also told Felipe to go to his room. As my brother closed his door, he whispered to me “Good luck,” which I really appreciated. When I had the slipper, I stopped off in my bedroom to resignedly remove my knickers, knowing I had no chance of keeping them on downstairs.