Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for Mrs. Lilyflower. They belong to respected people like Burton and Dahl. Also the two poems do not belong to me either; they belong to two wonderful and classic poetry writers.

A/N: Thanks to my beta, shadehawk2000 for fixing my grammar!

Summary: Charlie is 16 (my story Charlie was 12 when he entered the Factory) and he is doing a report in his English class. This plot bunny is Charlie reads a love poem and his feelings. Plot bunny was by shipandtravel on wonkaslash in live journal.

Chapter 1: Regular School Day

The room was buzzing with excitement when Charlie came in for his final class of the day. Mrs. Lilyflower was currently writing essay notes on the blackboard as Charlie took his seat near the middle of the room. Today was a frustrating ordeal, mainly due to the fact that it was one week before Valentine's Day. His current thoughts were still lingering upon the overtime that Mr. Wonka and he had devoted to the chocolate factory over the past few weeks.

Charlie moved his hand to his face and gently rubbed his tired eyes, his thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the bell signaling the beginning of class. Cursing himself for daydreaming, Charlie glanced up slowly, trying to concentrate on his teacher as she stood at the front of the classroom.

Mrs. Lilyflower didn't spend much time on her attendance; since every desk in the class had a child in it she skipped that formality. Within five minutes, she finished her task of attendance and started to prepare for her lecture on their reports. She approached the board and underlined the due date, February 15th.

"For your special holiday report, I would like everyone to choose between these two famous poets." She then handed out their assignment sheets with instructions and author choices underlined. "Your next chapter in your English text will start to explain the concept of poetry and how better to understand it," explained Mrs. Lilyflower.

The sound of pens on paper was audible all around the room while the students wrote down the names of Steven Curtis Chapman and Elizabeth Barrett Browning for their assignment. Charlie had just finished jotting the names down, when the teacher replaced them with the names of the two poems.

"The report must be one page long and thoroughly explain the reason you choose that particular authors poetry as opposed to the other. However, I am only supplying the title and author; it is up to you to read the poem that you wish to do your report on. The allotted week should give you enough time to find the poems and choose the one you feel strongest about." stated the middle aged teacher. She then wrote on the chalk board: "How do I love thee" and "I will be here" on the board.

The class was dismissed a few minutes after everyone finished coping down the last bit of information on their holiday report, Charlie hardly ever stayed after school during these busy times at the factory, however without the resources there, he would have to use the school's library to make a copy of both poems before heading home.

Charlie tried not to spend too much time in the library; he didn't want to worry Mr. Wonka or his family by staying after too long with no word on his whereabouts. Since Charlie had agreed to take over the factory for Mr. Wonka, he mainly used his remaining free time inventing when he wasn't studying to learn how to run the factory. In the past four years, things have been going perfectly with the factory, and Mr. Wonka was still his eccentric childlike self.

Charlie ran his hand though his hair, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. His feelings were starting to make him feel uncomfortable, maybe it was just a part of growing up or maybe stress from his new factory responsibilities? Sighing gently, he put aside his thoughts and copied down the two poems into his English notebook.

How Do I Love Thee?

By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

I Will Be There

By Steven Curtis Chapman

If in the morning when you wake,

If the sun does not appear,

I will be here.

If in the dark we lose sight of love,

Hold my hand and have no fear,

I will be here.

I will be here,

When you feel like being quiet,

When you need to speak your mind I will listen.

Through the winning, losing, and trying we'll be together,

And I will be here.

If in the morning when you wake,

If the future is unclear,

I will be here.

As sure as seasons were made for change,

Our lifetimes were made for years,

I will be here.

Looking over them, while he was getting ready to leave the library, Charlie's thoughts went back to his feelings about Mr. Wonka. Maybe his feelings were something deeper than he originally thought them to be. Sighing softly, he left the school and headed to the factory that Charlie now called home.

TBC...

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A/N: Thank you PhantomSnape…Without you I probably would not have tried to write again.