Okay, this is like a little filler thingy. I know it's short... and because I said I'd update twice if I got a review (thankyou Zurla Adams!) but since this really doesn't count as a chapter, I'll update three times for y'all!

I don't own Ouran High School, and I don't own the poem. For that, all credit goes to Miss Andrea Hill! (I did make alterations but shhh!)

Enjoy the show!


I can't believe they tried to make me do that!

Why the hell would I subject myself to being stared at by a load of hormonal teenage boys, I mean seriously, talk to the face 'cos the boobs ain't listening!

I'm not some robot or doll that they can dress up and then force it to do their every whim... I'm going to have to apologize to Tamaki about the headlock thing, but other than that, I'm done...

Haruhi is right, they are stupid rich bastards!

I even had to get a taxi home, so that's my pocket money for this week down the drain.

And now I have to do my god-damn poem! I'm feeling pretty miserable now, so it shouldn't be too hard.

However, sat here looking at that blank bit of paper, nothing comes to mind.

You know, I think it's times like this that I sit back and try to remember my dad. At this point, he probably would've given me a quick hug, and told me it would be okay. He always used to do that... and even though the hugs didn't last long, they were precious as gold dust.

I don't have anything of his to remind me of him... well, nothing 'cept a picture to look at and an old wrist watch. He always had it, even when he died and I had to say goodbye to him in that god damn hospital... he gave it to me then, saying that he wanted his big girl to look after it.

I think it was then that I knew what to write, so I scribbled it down quick.

I sit beside you, dad

As on death's door you lay

I set my head upon your wrist

As I bow down to pray

The world to me is shut off

The silence here is thick

Alone, just you and I

And your watches rhythmic tick

I block out all my pain

And loss I'm sure to feel

I concentrate now deeply

On the tick your watch reveals

I sit here now for days

And hear the rhythmic sound

I contemplate you being gone

The thought now seems profound

The time for you is near

To enter Heaven's gate

I'll stay here by your side

Until your journey is complete

It's been years now since you've passed

My wounds are healing slow

I want so much to hear your voice

To see your smile that glows

I lay my head upon my wrist

When my feelings are too strong

I hear your watches rhythmic tick

And know you're never gone.

By the end of the poem, I had tears in my eyes. But I wiped them away and smiled. This would've done him proud.

I put it away in my folder and put all my completed homework back into my bag. Then I went down to get dinner.