Charlie and the chocolate factory
Charlie parents died 3 years ago, his big sister steps in to care for him and her grandparents. Elements from the musical. I own nothing x
Chapter 1
My name is Willy Wonka. I make chocolate: quite simply, the greatest invention in the entire history of the world. Whoever could there be who doesn't love the tooth-tickling, tongue-tasticical taste of a sweet bar of soft milk chocolate? Except dogs, of course; it's poisonous to dogs. But apart dogs. There comes a time, in every chocolatiers' life when the chocolate he makes turns dark and bitter ; And that's when he knows it's time to lay down his spoon, to hand it over to someone else, someone new. But who? How? I need to find a new me, a candy man!
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The same as always for Charlie, he came running out of school, and stood at the end of the road watching the trucks as they left the factory while smelling the chocolately godness as if it would nourish him.
After all that had passed as usaual decided to take a detour to the dump to see what he could find, and salvage. As he got to the gate he could hear the usual voice of Miss Pratchett shouting to try and sell her chocolate a little down the road. Charlie had seen a slightly broken umbrella and had climbed up a little and was reaching for it when Miss Pratchett came into the dump using her usual sales pitch.
"Chocolate! Chocolate! Rots your teeth, and makes you fat. Get your lovely chocolate here." She shouted.
A couple of children on their way home from school came running in and brought a bar each and left all their rubbish all over the floor.
A tramp, whom Charlie had never seen before started to grumble " Look at this mess. People just guzzle up their chocolate and throw away the wrappers without the slightest thought."
Without even thinking Charlie replied, "I'm glad they do that."
"Glad?"
"If people didn't throw things away, I'd have nothing to pick up and besides, Wonka wrappers are the best , I like to collect them." Charlie explained as if it was simple.
"Why do you collect them off the ground and not just go and buy a bar then if they are so great?"
"I can't afford them, Christina's job just doesn't pay enough, but I do get one bar a year on my birthday and last year I made it last 6 whole months."
"Christina?"
"Yeah, that's my sister, although my birthday present isn't only from her it's also from my Grandparents."
"What about your parents?" He asked Charlie, he was genuinely intrested.
Charlie looked down and said in a quiet voice "They died."
"Oh, I am sorry."
"It's alright, it was a couple of years ago, I'm lucky to have my sister."
"Very lucky indeed, young man"
It was at that moment the factory clock chimed and it was time for Charlie to head home, "Oh, look at the time. Goodbye, oh by the way I'm Charlie, Charlie Bucket."
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