I could hardly sleep at all the night before! Just even the slightest thought about chocolate and gummy worms had me quickly pacing around the floor of my room for thirty minutes before finally collapsing on my bed. Well..Okay. Maybe that was all an exaggeration. But I knew I must have overslept since my mom was smacking the wall from the bottom of the staircase.
"Yes!" I practically screamed and quickly ran to the bathroom to shower. "Candy..Candy.." Moaning like a zombie, I grabbed a towel and dressed in my usual goth attire consisting of a black studded collar, a black tank top, a black laced shirt, a pair of black boots and black jeans. Oh. And my black over the shoulder bag to top it all off. "Dani let's go! We're going to be late!" "I'm almost ready! Be right there." I picked up a black butterfly clip off of my dresser and pinned it on the left side of my head. My shoulder length black hair was quickly brushed.
After racing downstairs, It wasn't a big surprise that my mother gave me a firm stare. She loved me, as any parent would love their child, but found my style...too unrealistic. I knew it was far past Halloween but come on. Why would I want to be like everyone else? "Mom? Are you okay?" I blinked and rubbed her shoulder. My mom smiled. "You look cute. Come on. We don't want to be late." I grabbed my, no surprise, black hoodie and put it on.
We happily walked down the street and I sighed. "Mom? Do you think Mr. Wonka will like me?" She turned her head. "Of course he will. Why wouldn't he?" "Well because I'm..different." My mother smiled and cut through the crowd of people outside the factory to get to the front gate. "There's nothing wrong with being different Dani." "Yeah I guess you're right." She let go of my hand.
"Daddy! I want to go in!" I turned my head to find a young girl possibly the same as I am wearing polka dot tights and what to appeared to be a tan fur coat. 'Why would you even waste your money? Let alone hurt an animal like that?' And yes the boots I'm wearing are faux leather. Thirty dollars of my birthday money well spent. "It's nine fifty nine sweetheart." Her father glanced at his watch. "Make time go faster." 'A whole minute! What a brat. God.' I slowly sighed and looked forward trying not to lose my temper, let alone this early. "Do you think Mr. Wonka will recognize you?" I turned my head again to the left of me to a boy with who I assumed was his grandfather. "Hard to say Charlie. It's been so many years." "You know Mr. Wonka?" My mouth dropped. "Oh yes. I used to work for him. Way back before the factory had shut it's doors." He smiled. "That's so cool!" Charlie looked at me as I smiled back at him but looked away. 'I hope I didn't scare him.'
"Please enter!" A voice sounded over the loud speakers and I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. My mom and I walked forward but were cut in line by that bratty girl and her father. "Maybe it was a bad day to wear black." I muttered. "Close the gates! Dear visitors, It is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. And who am I? Well.." Two doors opened revealing one of those creepy puppet animatronic things that began to sing in a happy and upbeat tone, making me want to do nothing but hide behind my mom. In which I did.
"Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, The amazing chocolatier. Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, Everybody give a cheer! Hooray! He's modest, clever and so smart, He barely can restrain it. With so much generosity, There is no way to contain it! To contain it! To contain to contain to contain! Hooray! Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, He's the one that you're about to meet. Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, He's the genius who just can't be beat. The magician and the chocolate whiz. The best darn guy who ever lived. Willy Wonka here he is! The amazing chocolatier."
My eyes widened for a second then I covered a smile with my hand as the puppets began to set on fire. My mom rolled her eyes and sighed. 'I don't want to know what planet you came from.' I then turned my head as I heard clapping. "Wasn't that just magnificent? I was worried it was getting a little dodgy in the middle part but then that finale..Wow!" A man in a dark red jacket and purple gloves walked in front of the so called 'welcoming' with a smile. 'Wow. How are his teeth so bright? So shiny? For a candy man he must floss every hour!' I sighed and softly smiled back. There were a few minutes of awkward silence then he spoke up. "Good morning starshine. The earth says hello!" He softly giggled then almost nervously took out a few what seemed to be like those cards you read off of on a game show from his pocket. "Dear guests, Greetings. Welcome to the factory. I shake you warmly by the hand." Mr. Wonka held out his hand but no one bothered to shake it, except for me. And no I wasn't going to go all fangirl over a handshake.
Mr. Wonka carefully took mine in his as if I was poisonous or something, almost forcing himself to keep a smile. I looked away as he let it slip. Clearing his throat, the rest of the card was read. "My name is Willy Wonka." He smiled with a giggle. "Then shouldn't you be up there?" The brat, as I'm now calling her, pointed to the small throne in the center of the stage. "Well I couldn't very well watch the show from up there now could I little girl?" "Mr. Wonka, I don't know if you'll remember me, but I used to work here in the factory." The boy's grandfather spoke up. The chocolatier's smile dropped to a straight face. "Were you one of those despicable spies who every day tried to steal my life's work and sell it to those parasitic copy-cat, candy making cads?" He quickly shook his head. "No sir!" "Then wonderful. Welcome back. Let's get a move on kids."
I sighed and slowly followed behind a rather chubby looking kid in a bright red coat. I just felt awful now. 'Why did Violet have to be sick anyway?' "Don't you want to know our names?" The kid in front of me asked. "Can't imagine how it would matter. Come quickly. For too much to see. Just drop your coats anywhere." I quietly stepped on a red carpet and lay my black hoodie on one of the poles to the left side of the wall. "Mr. Wonka, Sure is toasty in here." "What? Oh yeah. I have to keep it warm in here because my workers are used to an extremely hot climate. They just can't stand the cold." "Who are the workers?" The boy asked. "All in good time." He blinked. "Now.."
Mr. Wonka then gasped. "I'm Veruca Salt. It's very nice to meet you sir." The brat curtsied in front of him. I tried not to snicker. 'Veruca? What kind of ridiculous name is that?' "I always thought that a veruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot. Ha!" I quietly giggled. "That would make sense." My mom elbowed me in the side after I whispered that. "I'm Augustus Gloop. I love your chocolate." The chubby boy walked in front of Veruca. And yes I had just enough patience to use her name. "I can see that. So do I. I never expected to have so much in common." He then turned around at the two rather slender boys.
"You..You're Mike Teavee. You're the little devil who cracked the system. And you. Well you're just lucky to be here aren't you?" I dug my fingers into my bag feeling past my phone, wallet, and keys for a bar of chocolate. "And you. You must be the devil's own daughter." I gulped and lifted my head to find him three feet away from me. 'I approve of that title.' "Ah. Individuality is the key to happiness my dear children." I quietly nodded and he motioned with his finger for me to walk beside him. I shrugged with the chocolate in my hand and did so. He looked up at the adults with a lost gaze. "And the rest of you must be their..." "Parents." "Yeah. Moms and dads. Dad? Papa?" I sighed and wanted to say something but didn't. "Okay then. Let's move along." 'Maybe he chose me for respecting purposes. I guess.' My mom smiled as Mr. Wonka placed a gloved hand on my shoulder.
"Would you like some chocolate?" I overheard Augustus ask a boy. "Sure." Charlie smiled. "Then you should have brought some." That made me lose it. 'I hate these spoiled brats!' I lifted Mr. Wonka's hand and walked over to the boy, handing him my candy bar with a light smile. Mr. Wonka tilted his head and sighed. The boy looked at me blankly for a minute then took it, returning a hardly noticeable smile before I left back to the front of the line.
"That's your daughter isn't it?" His grandfather whispered to my mom. "Yes. Quite different on the outside but the same as the rest of us on the inside." "Grampa. What's her name? I want to thank her." "Why don't you go ask her Charlie? I'm sure she won't even hurt a fly."
