Ok, you probably all think, wow, Ella is crazy! Well, yea, I am. Dreams can start stories. I just came up with this, this morning. So here is my Charlie and the Chocolate factory fic. Warning: It is mostly about the movie that just came out, but there are a few things used from the book.

Chapter 1

Willy Wonka betrayed my father. He was the most foul fiend that I knew. I knew it soon long ago, when Willy Wolka killed my family and took my trust away from him. I, Kara Bucket swore revenge.

It was ten years ago when Wonka had betrayed my family. It all started when my father, Charlie Bucket had fallen in love. Her name was Mindy Crawford. She was an amazing sight to see. She had long, black, velvety hair, bright, blue eyes, and ivory pale skin. She had a melodic laugh, a beautiful voice, and was caring and compassionate. But most of all, she loved sweets. She didn't go over board, but she loved them. She had this new way of looking at candy. She would just sit and think for hours and hours of what people would like in a candy.

They had met in a restaurant, just out of town. Charlie was taking his first break in days. His partner, Willy Wonka and himself had been working on a candy that explodes when you put it in water, the only problem was, it would explode in people's mouths when they tried to eat it. Needless to say, this sweet would not be ready unless they could fix the saliva problem. It was then when Charlie saw her. Mindy was sitting in a booth, half moon lenses sat on her nose, and an Everlasting Goobstopper in her hand. She was looking over it thoroughly, trying to figure out how it had been made. Charlie sat down in the booth to join her.

"That's an Everlasting Goobstopper, is it not?" Mindy looked up from the candy.

"Yes, it is. I bought it this morning. I just don't understand it."

"What don't you understand? Its candy, you eat it. Candy doesn't always make sense."

"I just don't understand how they make it. I have been sucking on it for hours, but it still is the same size as earlier. It seems like an impossible chemical structure."

"Well, the Goobstopper has a few hundred layers. It doesn't grow small until you have been sucking on it for a month or two."

"Now, how would you know that?" She now took notice of the man who had sat down in the booth with her. He had dark brown hair and chocolatey brown eyes. He smiled at her smiled at her.

"My partner, of the Wonka factory made it."

"You know Willy Wonka? He's a genius when it comes to candy and sweets!"

"What's your name, dear?"

"Mindy, Mindy Crawford."

"Well, I'm Charlie Bucket. How would you like to start helping me and Will make a new product. You see, we're having a bit of trouble with this next sweet called Exploding Whizzies, we could really use the help you see."

Then the rest was really history, so you see. So Mindy had come to work in the factory. Charlie and Willy Wonka had come to discover that she was also a true genius to the taste of sweets. That is what made Charlie fall in love with her. Soon enough, Mindy became Mrs. Charlie Bucket and had a daughter (me) named Kara Bucket.

The only thing was, Willy Wonka was not happy with the sudden burst in new people. He had not liked it in the first place when Charlie had brought his family to live in the factory, but now he was married and had a daughter. Charlie was starting to hang around more often the house in the candy environment, than in the experimental lab. Too say the least, Willy Wonka wanted to end this once and for all.

On my tenth birthday, ten years ago, was when he struck. We had my birthday in the old house by the chocolate river. I remember I was just about to blow out the candles on my cake when it happened. The red light of warning had started going off. My dad was worried because this never happened in the candy environment. Then, my dad noticed something. The powdered sugar was going insane, and starting to dry everything, overflowing the chocolate river. If the chocolate river over flowed, it would cover everything with chocolate and turn solid so anything covered in the chocolate would collapse. My father ran for the exit to drain the chocolate, but the door was locked. My Dad screamed for Willy Wonka, but no one heard. My mum quickly opened a vent and shoved me in. There was no way she was going to let her only child drown in chocolate.

The chocolate got higher and higher, soon bringing my mum and dad under it. I watched from the vent, holding my arms around myself as I cried. Then I noticed the chocolate starting to drain. I could see both my parents being drained out of the factory, their cold, chocolate covered bodies going done the hole. After the chocolate had drained, I heard a loud psychotic laugh of victory. It was him. He had done it on purpose.

I slowly crawled through the vent, and managed to get out of the factory. I ended up on the street and learned what work was. But after a few years, I had saved enough for an apartment. And that was where I stayed until now…

It was only a few days ago when a letter arrived for me, addressed to a Miss Kara Bucket. Inside the envelope was a white piece of stationary with chicken scratch all over it. It read:

Dear Miss Bucket,

I have invited you to a lovely tour of the Wonka Chocolate factory, lunch and a giggle on the first of March. You are welcome to stay for the entire week for the twentieth anniversary of the Wonka Factory opening. Please pack accordingly. You will need two formal attires, three sets of normal attire, and a bathing attire. We hope to be seeing you soon.

A rather gracious candy maker,

Willy Wonka

He had found me. It was then I knew the time was right to take my revenge on the evil candy maker. He had killed my family, so why don't I return the favor? I mean, it's only fair and polite.

So here I was, getting ready to see the man I was going to kill. I had packed two formal dresses, one a turquoise strapless, the other a black with straps, and my normal clothes which consisted of long black dresses with sleeves, black boots and black satin hair ribbons. I had tied my hair back as always, and wore a long black dress, as always with black boots. Black was the main color in my wardrobe. I had put a small dagger with rubies encrusted in the handle in the top of my dress, in my undershirt. It had belonged to my father, and it would take the life of the man who took my father's life.

I already had it planned out. I would come in, as normal as ever and stay like a normal person would. I would give him the impression I was infatuated with him. I would flirt, blush, and if necessary kiss his horrid lips. Then when the time was right, I would turn on him, and stab him in the heart. And I would laugh in his face as he gagged on his own blood. I laughed quietly, to myself. The plan seemed to perfect. I wasn't worried, because I knew my plan would. I wasn't scared, I knew no one would miss this terrible person. But the thing was, I should have been.