Disclaimer: The only characters I own in this story are Basil Wonka and his mother Jenna.
Hello. My name is Basil Wonka and I was sixteen when my life changed. I'm sure you've heard of my father Willy Wonka. He is the biggest producer of chocolate in the world. I never took to chocolate but I do love the ever lasting gobstoppers. You must be thinking I'm the luckiest boy in the world but I'm not. My father doesn't even know I exist.
Let me explain a little. During the time dad shut down the factory he met my mom and I was conceived. Shortly after my mom moved to American for work and dad opened the factory again. No contact was ever made between the two and my mother raised me on her own.
My mom was a down to earth person while my dad was an out in space person. This made me one strange kid.
I did normal things like play chess, video grams, and read. On the other hand I did out of the ordinary things like dying my hair odd colors like blue, pink, and purple. I learned how to play guitar and had my own make shift band by the time I was fifteen called The Undead Cats. My friend Suicide thought of the name. Blame him.
I couldn't be myself around my mom though. She just didn't understand some of my jokes and even why I did half the things I did. Why do you have to have a reason to things? Can't things just be for fun?
Living with dad would make my life at lot better. A year ago he had found a hair to his factory. I didn't care about that. I never wanted the factory. It was my dream to take The Undead Cats to the top. I just wanted to spent some time with dad before I turned 18 and went off to be a rock star.
Mom was the problem. I know she didn't want me running off the factory. It wasn't that she didn't want me to be around dad. She just worried that I would get into trouble there and that dad wouldn't know how to raise a kid. I understood that but I was almost all the way grown up. I had already tried cigarettes, sex, and pot. There wasn't that much he would have had to deal with except me being a little weird and I didn't think he would mind that.
After I turned sixteen I decided that I was old enough to make my own decision and my decision was that I wanted to go and spend some time with dad. After being bugged for uncountable hours, my mom swears I have ADHD, she decided it wouldn't do any harm to let me go see my father.
The day she told me it would be ok I started to pack my stuff. She called the school and told them that I would be going to another school for a while and that she needed them to transfer my records. My mother also promised to send my bigger things like my stereo and snowboard later. I just took my guitar and a bunch of clothes.
We lived two towns away so I could take the bus and I would be with my dad.
There was only one problem with my master plan. As I said earlier my father didn't know I was even alive. There was a chance that he wasn't going to believe I was his son. I had no proof. I guessed he was just going to have to take my word for it.
To help in him believing me I decided to dress in the strangest clothes I had. I put a fresh batch of blue die in my hair and spiked it. I put on my black knee high boots, a black shirt that said 'I hear voices and they don't like you.' To top it off I wore a long black trench coat. I looked like someone he would consider family.
I had to catch the buss at six in the morning which meant I have to be up at five. It was good thing I was so tired when I climbed on the bus. As soon as I got on I got odd looks from all the people on their way to work. If I hadn't been so tried I would have gotten into a fight.
I walked to the back of the bus and laid out on the couch/seat in the back. People finally stopped staring at me when I put my headphones on. As soon as the demonic voice of Marilyn Manson flew into my ears I fell asleep.