AUTHOR'S CORNER; I have never written and Charlie and the Chocolate factory fic, so this is my attempt at one, let me know if I should continue.

Some people might say love is the most important thing in the world, and before this story I would have been inclined to disagree. In my life, love was the last thing you thought of.

Love for your family, your friends and most importantly a man, was the least important thing. In my world money was all the mattered and having a job, everything else was crap, bottom line.

Sorry if I sound cynical, but that was the way I was raised, living in New York with practically no money was not a desirable lifestyle for anyone, including my parents.

But this story isn't about them; it's about me and my little brother, and a certain chocolate maker.

I was twenty and my brother was twelve, sickly boy, he was pale and thin with corn silk colored hair and huge blue eyes, he resembled an angel.

But he was lame, and had to ride in a wheelchair, and if that torture wasn't enough for him, the children at school teased him, and made fun of his studious nature and quiet ways.

I on the other hand was a different matter completely, I was short and built with a little waist and a bigger bottom, and I had spiky shoulder length hair, the color of copper. I was very different than my brother personality wise, I was a tough, opinionated, aggressive, girl, but dreamy, with a story always in my head.

I worked for a newspaper and planned to save up enough money to get my brother and me away from my parents, who were into drugs and drinking, which meant they were not very interested in caring for my brother and his disability.

So I might as well start at the beginning, I was walking home from my job, when I saw advertisement in the window for a thing called a "Wonka Bar" it was chocolate, that was easy to see, but they were also advertising a chance to for two to go to England and tour the Wonka factory.

And I thought why not, besides, my brother loves chocolate and he rarely got any, so I went inside the store, not having a clue how big a part this would play in my future.

I entered into the store, the bell at the top of the glass door clanged and the store clerk looked up from his newspaper, he looked me over and apparently deciding I didn't want to rob him, he turned back to his paper not even offering to help me.

But I was used to this; you see when your not dressed in overly expensive clothing people tend to think your one of two things, 1. Thug or 2. Trash.

He apparently thought the latter, but I knew one day when I made something of myself and I refused to buy anymore candy from his store, he would regret his scorn.

With these thoughts in my head, I strode over to the candy counter, where a plump curly headed woman with red cheeks was working.

She looked me up and down, and gave me a pleasant smile. She obviously thought I was a nice enough looking girl, so I smiled back.

"Make sure you don't eat too much chocolate or you'll end up with a figure like this." she said teasingly as she rang up my candy.

"Oh, don't worry this is for my brother." I replied in a kinder tone than I usually used, as I reached for the bag of candy.

She nodded understandingly, "Ah, I wish I had been as kind to my siblings. I was a mean ole thing when it came to them and jealous as well." she shook her head sending her brown gray streaked curls flying.

"I wouldn't have the heart to be, mean to the poor child," I admitted, "you see he's lame, and cannot walk."

"Ah, sorry to hear It." she said sympathy reflecting in her large doe brown eyes.

I just nodded, and walked away. I didn't want to see sympathy in her eyes, it was what made the boy think he couldn't do anything, but he was very smart and that would lead him to places no one else could go, including myself.

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When I entered the small dank apartment, Alex, my brother came rolling over to me, a sad look in his large blue eyes.

I guessed from the lack of smoke and screaming my parents weren't home, yet and that always was a good thing.

"Hey, Alex." I said putting on a cheerful font for my brother, hoping the kids had not been as cruel as usual.

"Hi, Skye." he said with a little smile, as he saw the brown paper bag in my hand, "what do you got?" he asked, curiously.

"I bought Chocolate for you." I said handing him the paper bag after removing my thick wool coat, and many scarves.

He placed the bag in his lap, but didn't open it.

"Are you going to eat it?" I asked, raising my brow.

"Later." he replied.

"So, how was school?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen, and beginning to make myself a cup of coffee before my parents returned home from wherever they were.

"Okay." he replied with a shrug of his thin shoulders.

"Did, any bullies mess with you?" I asked with sigh, when Alex was upset he would reply with one word answers.

"No."

See what I mean? It was always this way, and I had to pretty much push him to screaming before he would answer.

"So, why are you upset?" I asked, as I put the pan on the stove.

"I am not." he answered, an upset note coming through his voice, as he rolled into the ratty looking kitchen.

Ah, now we were getting somewhere, three words. "You are. So why don't you just tell me what happened?" I asked soothingly, not wanting him to get upset.

"Alright," he relented after a moment of thinking it over. "These boys, they were calling us scum and said I was just pretending not to walk, so I wouldn't have to sell drugs like Mom and Dad."

I sighed; this was the exact thing I had wanted to keep from him. Alex was twelve he didn't need to know all the mess my parents were into. "Did you just ignore them?" I questioned.

He blew at me, and then replied sarcastically, "No, I just magically climbed out of my wheelchair and pounded them." he said rolling his eyes.

Yeah, he's usually sweet, but has touch of a sarcastic nature. He got that from me. "Well, with that wheelchair could run over the guys." I replied hiding a smile as I turned to pour the now boiling water into a mug.

I saw a smile tug at his down turned lips, out of the corner of my eyes. "See, I almost made you laugh." I said with a smile.

He actually smiled this time. "Yeah you did." he admitted and then asked, "When are we getting out of here?"

I sighed, Alex always ended our conversations with this question and I always replied, "Soon."

Alex gave me and understanding nod and rolled out of the room and a few minutes later I heard the TV being cut on.

I sighed as I sat down with my coffee and stared into space, paying absolutely no attention to news.

But a few minutes later my brother came wheeling back into the kitchen, with sad look in his blue eyes. "They found another person that will be going to Willie Wonka's chocolate factory, there's only one ticket left." he said sadly.

My brother had been paying the utmost attention to this silly golden ticket, game, some rich chocolate maker had going on, but that's when I remembered what kind of chocolate bar, I had bought my brother.

"If I only had a Wonka bar." my brother was sighing.

"Look in the paper bag." I said uninterestedly, there was no way my brother would win a golden ticket, that was a one in a million chance.

He smiled happily when he saw I had bought him a chocolate bar.

"It doesn't have golden ticket in it." I replied, in a dull tone. No sense in the kid getting his hopes up, but he just ignored me as he opened the chocolate bar.

And just as I had expected, there was no gold ticket, or so I thought, as my brothers angelic face fell, I saw a flash of gold hit the stained linoleum.

I was up in a flash and picked up a long ticket that seemed to be made out of tinfoil or something, I couldn't quiet grasp the fact that I was holding a ticket and assumed myself to be crazy, but then I heard my brother gasp and knew I was not crazy.

I had Willie Wonka's golden ticket.

This is my first attempt at writing Charlie and the Chocolate factory fic, so be gentle and review.