Her parents wanted her to be the perfect girl, but how could she when she was in love with a boy who was far lower that Mr and Mrs Salt's standards?
It's not like she cares anyway. And besides, when her perfect brown locks have fallen from their curls, and she's laying on top of his unmade bed, eating chips instead of chocolate, the TV fixed on the 'Call Of Duty - Zombies' pause screen, her heels are kicked off at the end of the hallway, there's glow in the dark stars stuck all over the roof, there's messy graffiti all over the door, her iPad screen's smashed, her phone is on silent, a pair of earphones are in a tangled mess on the floor, the laptop is broken, the Nintendo remotes are out of battery, the windows are open, the curtains are flying, her tights are ripped, and she doesn't have a care in the world. You know why?
Because she doesn't care what the others think anymore.
So when she's with Mike, falling in love with his hazel eyes, his messy hair, his attitude. The way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he says the stupidest things to her, and they're both crazy enough to laugh hysterically for ten minutes at a picture of a llama stuck in an empty water tank, she's loving it. She loves every second that she doesn't have to try her hardest to reach her family's standards.
She feels that she can only be herself when she's with him, because everyone else is a judgemental ugly toad, and he loves her for who she is. Even though he happens to be nasty and rude, and her parents don't 'approve' of him.
And she knows that everything she does with Mike Teavee will be wrong in her parents eyes, but she doesn't care. You know why?
Because she's Veruca Salt and she can do what she wants.
(A/N - Sorry it's so short, but it's a prologue, and it's just the beginning. It's kind of like an insight into what's going to happen in the story.)