Hi guys! This is my 1st Charlie and the chocolate factory story! . I promise it gets really good...I was a bit nervous on this chapter! Well...without any further ado...the story...
"Sooooo...Miss Torres?"
Wendy lifted her head at the sound of her name. The secretary smiled at her as she got up and retreated it into the office. Her dyed black hair fell far down her back as she hadn't bothered to brush it that morning. Her hazel eyes glimmered boredly at the wall where former clients of the career advisor were now hanging there with big beaming grins. She sat in the hard wooden chair at the other side of the desk as an older woman faced her. Her gray hair was pulled tightly into a bun and her thin lips pursed into a thin smile.
"Well miss torres..." she said in a crisp tight voice that matched her face perfectly.
"Wendy...call me Wendy."
"Well Wendy." the woman looked slightly annoyed. "I went through you're application tests. You're 20 yes?"
"Since last night yup."
"Well no offence but you're not suited for much of anything."
Wendy let out a laugh.
"You're kidding right?"
The woman looked at Wendy with a look that a stern grandmother might give a kid.
"I never kid Wendy." she said lowly. "However...you're parole officer said you have to have a job for the next year. Until you're sentence is over."
Wendy frowned slightly.
"...so I called in some favors." she said offering her a piece of paper. "...and got you a job in England. "
Wendy snatched the paper from her hands and stared down at the paper. There was a black and white picture of a factory. It's large metal gates had the words of a famous Wonka factory. She faced the woman with a look of disbelief on her face.
"You're joking right?" she asked. "Nobody works there!"
The woman shook her head.
"No...I never joke. We established that fact already. And like I also said...I called in a favor. I happen to know Mr. Wonka personally and talked him into this "assignment." she gave her a disapproving look then continued. "You leave this afternoon to start you're live in year long job at the Wonka factory in englind. Now if you'll excuse me I have to tell a girl in the waiting room she's only fit for a job as a truck driver."
She handed her a pair of plane tickets and looked down at her papers. Wendy went to her feet as she left and a cheerleader with her hair pulled up in pigtails went in past her.
She left out into the road in her home town San Francisco and went down the side walk her hands in her pockets and head in the clouds. Wendy was the kind of person you saw on the road and went the other way. Thick dyed hair hung limply in her face. It was a dark shade of black. Her dull hazel eyes were filled with her thoughts. Her clothes were always black and her skin a pale shade. She wore alot of eyeliner and chokers. She had a grim out look on life and had few friends. Never a boyfriend. Ever. She never been kissed and was usually found buried under a manga or a picture she was drawing or poetry or something of that sort.
Wendy wasn't always like that though...
She used to laugh...
...and wear normal colored clothes...
...and have friends...
...And smile...
...Wendy never smiled. ..
...No...she didn't do that anymore...not since..."it" happened. The reason she was accused of murder and on parole for the rest of her natural life. Well at least until this "job" thing was over. She frowned deeper.
A chocolate factory?
What kind of gay job was that? What was she gonna do all day? Pull I-love-Lucy's and stuff chocolate pieces into her mouth? She arrived at the apartment and went up. It was dirty and messy and the air conditioner didn't work. Neither did the heat. She grabbed her clothes and stuffed them into her bag. She grabbed the calendar near her bed. January 1st? A whole year? Se sighed and let a tear roll down her face. Her mascara ran down her face. A whole year in some darned place...Dim memories of the night when "it" happened filled her...Her parents cold dead bodies.. the knife that stuck out of her mother's back...the red ooze dripping out of her father's neck...there eyes wide open and mouth's hanging open...Looks of fear preserved in there faces...
...forever...
She didn't do it...she told the judge over and over but nobody cared. She was guilty. She was standing over there bodies. If she hadn't been 17 at the time they never would have let her slide with a year in juvie hall and 2 years parole. It was her last year...then...she'd be free. But 1 unsettling thought sat in her stomach...
..wasn't that Wonka guy crazy?
...well that's all for now folks Please review and lemme know what u think! I'll get the newest chapter up as soon as I can! Until next time!