Chris walked into classroom 9B as if he had never left it.Same desk by the third window, the one with the slight wobble on the left leg that everyone else avoided. Same view of the courtyard below. He pulled out the chair, set his satchel down, and sat.A few students who had followed from the corridor drifted in behind him, pretending to find their own seats while their eyes stayed fixed on him. He could feel them staring intently at him.He opened his notebook.He uncapped his pen.He waited for class to begin, and his face gave nothing away, and inside his chest his heart was running slightly faster than normal.…………………………….Back in the corridor, the crowd had begun to move awayStudents left away in twos and threes, heading toward their own classrooms, their whispered conversations trailing behind them.Principal Hargrove watched them go.He stood for a moment in the emptying corridor with his hands still clasped behind his back, looking at nothing in particular, the expression