One look couldn't hurt... Right?

I sat there, looking at the phone with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. What was it about this app that caused so many girls to film stupid videos of themselves dancing in my classroom? Why was it they couldn't keep their phones away for just a few hours? The music blared as I continued to ponder this. I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until class. _I mean... I thought, One look couldn't hurt.... right? _I picked up the phone.

At first, I was greeted by Tiffany and Stephanie dancing, as I expected. It was a far more risque dance than I would approve of, however, they were Eighteen and it wasn't my place to stop them, just silently judge them. It took me a short while to figure out how to go to the next video but eventually figured that all you had to do was swipe. My second video was one I liked much more than the first: A simple video of a small kitten eating a steak. Very cute. Swipe. A dog playing in the park. Swipe. A boy smoldering. Swipe. Another dancing girl. Swipe...

This continued until the bell rang and, as I heard students approaching I found myself reluctantly locking Tiffany's phone and replacing it in the drawer of my desk. The class filled up as my thoughts drifted to the app. That was kinda fun... I thought but shook my head as the seats were filled. I stood in front of my desk and cleared my throat. "Right class." I said, today we will be continuing the analysis of the poem "Tissue". Evan, please come here and give out these copies to..."

The class went without much trouble aside from some giggling students at the back, but as usual, making them read to the class was enough to get them to stop. The class filtered back out of the room as I collected up the handouts from earlier before sitting back at my desk. I sat there for a moment, looking at my marking before my eyes drifted back to the drawer in which I had placed the phone. _A little longer mayb-_

Three knocks on my door. "Miss?" I looked up to see Tiffany standing there, slightly sweaty from cheerleading practice. "I'm here for my phone." I blinked a few times before shaking my head.

"Yes, yes. Of course, one moment." I said, pulling open the drawer and fishing out the phone. For a moment I looked at it reluctantly before handing it back to Tiffany with a polite smile, which was when I noticed something. "Oh, Tiffany," I said. She looked at me quizically, having turned to leave. "You've got something..." I brushed my cheek with my thumb, miming out to her but she just looked at me confused. "On your cheek Miss Briar. Looks to be hair cream?" I sighed. These cheerleaders could be ditzy sometimes. Her eyes lit up as she brushed her cheek with her fingers and looked at the white substance, blushing slightly."Thanks, Miss!" She squeaked, disappearing from sight. What an odd girl.

Pop!

I sighed in relaxation as I poured myself a nice cup of wine. It was nice to have a few days off. Now, I could curl in my favourite chair and read a good book. Life was good.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

Thirty. Fourty.

I couldn't stay focused, as my mind kept drifting back to the videos I watches on Tiffany's phone. This is ridiculous, I thought, standing up and walking over to my coat. Social media is a mistake! I thought as I reached inside and pulled out my smartphone. But... perhaps understanding it would help me understand the kids better? I thought as I pulled up the app store and looked for "TockTock". Yes, for the kids. I thought as I downloaded it. For the kids...