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Seven days had passed since the incident before Elliot had to return to the school. The principal had, more or less, ordered him to take a few days off work and “collect himself and maybe see a therapist.” A week later, it was time for a final meeting with the principal and Mr. Coleman to discuss the repercussions of Kenny’s actions. Elliot had no idea why it had taken them so long to come up with disciplinary actions. As far as he was concerned, there was only one thing to do. When he arrived, he couldn’t make himself enter the building. The helplessness he’d felt when Kenny had twirled his knife in front of the whole class washed over him, making him clench his fists and bounce on his heels. He’d struggled the entire week with his own reaction and how he hadn’t known how to behave in a