A story to a friend, that little girl...Tick, tick, tick, the clock tocks by, forever more,Every second as tedious as the one before,I’d say something, but I’ve not got the nerve,So in the past few years, I’ve learned to just observe.With one death stare I spy 15 rowdy kids,All of whom I wish would just shut their lids,The girls a simple façade, they think they’re so chic,The guys are no better, they eat it up ‘til I’m sick!Only one sits in silence, but she’s not in my sight,At once I must duck as a pencil takes flight,With my one single glare, a radioactive beam,They migrate a few feet away, like a stream.I don’t h