“Are you sure that you are okay with going to school today? You can tell Naomi about the recent developments when she comes to pick you in a few minutes' time. You don’t need to go to school.” My mother started, as her eyes made a trail, from my head to the chunky boots which adorned my feet.

I had told her that Naomi would be picking me up this morning for school; there was no need for me joining a still furious Lilian in her car.

However, I understood my mother’s worries.

Tucking me into bed last night, she had asked me why I had kept the bullying from...