Hello there! This is just a pretty pointless little story i came up with a while back, when i was really young. It was that kinda phase where you write a little bit of jibberish and go "I GOOD WRITERRR!" ... so yeah - i came across it a couple of days ago and thought the general idea sort of fitted Haruhi, so i edited it like crazy and this is what i got... It's basically just someone's views on Haruhi in an english lesson, where she reads out a poem.

I really hope you like it!

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I look at her through smirking eyes, watching her write, utterly oblivious to my constant stare. I saw her bite her tongue in mild frustration, I saw her aggravated flick of her hair as she tried to get all of her ideas in her head down onto the paper in front of her that was already covered in messy scrawls, I watched her quickly look up at the teacher, then sharply look back down at her work, just to check she’s doing it right, which; of course, she is.

The sun shines warmly through the open window, caressing my skin, turning my brain off, relaxing. It’s just one of those days that’s a happy haze, a day meant for relaxation.

Then I realized that I was supposed to be doing work as well. School is such a strange thing to go to on a summers day, you simply can’t concentrate. It’s astounding how she can work so well in this blazing heat that keeps whispering in everyone’s ears to close our eyes and relax into the temptation of sleep.

We’re supposed to be drafting a poem, don’t ask me why; ask our crazed teacher. It’s odd how someone can get so passionate about something as strange as literature.

I wonder what she’s writing about.

She’s always so distant but, when she wants to be; she can be so vibrant and connected. She seems to be friends with everyone, she smiles to anyone on the streets and isn’t afraid of acting on impulse or to speak up, not even to make a right fool of herself.

But she’s not stupidly outgoing; she has a lot of sense, she understands the bad things and the good things. She’s responsible and all she seems to want to do is help. It’s a wonderful thing to watch, it just makes you smile.

Some people ask bluntly stupid questions that you assume everyone knows, but she asks the questions you don’t mind hearing again. I don’t quite know what the difference is, but it’s easy to see it if you look at her.

If we all lived our life by her philosophy then we’d all be much happier.

Strange; just watching her makes me happy.

“Right,” Our English teacher voices enthusiastically, “Is anyone brave enough to read theirs out? Remember, it doesn’t have to rhyme, it doesn’t have to be anything, poetry is something you should feel, not something that has to be shaped and changed to fit around a specific rhyme or reason – Ah, yes,” He was cut short by a raised hand, “Go ahead.”

I look up just in time to see her opening her mouth. She speaks clearly and with a purpose, she’s so easy to understand, it’s like she’s in her own little world, far away from us, swept away in her own beautiful passion for what she’s done. Far away, detached.

Reading it out to everyone to bring her back to Earth.

Her simple poem echoes around the room with an emotion I didn’t know was actually real.

“…Senselessly moving through the crowd

She floats through the moment like a silver fish

The movement captured in a flash of memory

The movement ruptured through misty eyes

Can the past be captured now

Held in some sort distant prison of memory

The movement, the flash

The music; the lightness of touch, now paper thin

The sky moves like the ocean

Hands entwined forever, winds trying to rip them apart

Distant memories of past adventures

Only to be re-acted once more

An old rug set in the museum garden

The postage stamp to my front door

Shimmering on the mat

She touches the void.”

Silence reigned for a few minutes before the words actually made any sense.

I looked at her again and suddenly knew why she was so empty, so distant half the time…

A new light shines down upon her, different from everyone else; bathed in golden sunlight.

I see the sorrowful, beautiful void closing in around her.

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There ya go! It's nothing big or amazing, but it sure was fun to write : )

I hope you enjoyed it!

Please tell me what you think of it X3

See ya around!