No name to this story yet.

But its dedicated to Bethany D

Ariel sighed and wrapped her hands around bars in front of her. The gate she had walked by for many years was again closed. Willy Wonkas Chocolate factory had been her dream job for over 5 years. But she never saw anyone go in or out. And she basically lived right next to too! She sighed again and pressed her head in-between the bars resting it for a few minutes. Out of nowhere came a young boy and he squeezed himself through the bars. With out thinking about she reached out and grabbed the boy's shirt.

"Where do you think your going?" She asked spitefully.

"I live there!" He said struggling against her hold.

"No you don't! That's Willy Wonkas chocolate factory!" She stated clearly.

"Uh, yeah. Willy made me his heir, me and my family live there!" He shouted continuing to struggle. Ariel let go of him in surprise. She looked at the boy carefully, but he seemed genuine. She sighed a third time and put her hand back on the rail. "My god, you know how lucky you are? I've been dreaming of this place for years. I was here when it opened. I'm working a chocolate store so I can learn all I can about Wonkas candy. I study the ingredients, the taste, smell, and feel. Chocolate is my passion." she finished, not even sure if the boy was still there. "Its all a waste though. Wonka doesn't even let people in. How he would hire me is beyond me. Just a childhood dream I guess." She glanced behind and spotted her small tiny house that she lived in alone. "God," she continued, "my house only has two rooms. One room has a bed, stove, and fridge, and the other room has a toilet. I'm living the life of luxury!"

Then she felt the boy's hand on her arm. Apparently he was still there.

"Do you wanna come in for dinner?" He asked kindly.

"Are you serious?" She said, her jaw dropping. The boy nodded and motioned for her to come through the gate as he had. She tried as hard as she could to squeeze through the bars like him but she couldn't quite fit. So instead she stuck her hand through and said "Ariel" waiting for him to shake it.

"Charlie" He said smiling and ringing her hand. He nodded to somewhere behind her and the gate open swiftly. Ariel took a breath in and stepped through. She could feel that her life was about to change.

She followed Charlie, almost skipping behind him.

"Your really excited, aren't you?" Charlie said laughing at the sight of a 26(figure out actual age later) skipping into a chocolate factory. Ariel smiled and thought for a second.

"Well, yeah!" She said laughing a bit. "This is my dream. It would sound pathetic to say that a chocolate factory that I have never been inside is what I dream about most." She paused for a second. "But it is."

"Well, come on then!" shouted Charlie grabbing her hand and starting to run. Ariel laughed and began to run with him, until they got to the doors of the chocolate factory. She looked down at him and he looked up at her. "Ready?" He asked placing his hand on the doorknob.

"All my life." She whispered nervously. Charlie smiled and swung the door open wide. And Ariel saw… a hall, just a hall. Nothing special about it, it was gray with a red carpet going down the center. Charlie continued to hold her hand, and led her down the plain hall. But wait, it was getting smaller as they went. What on earth? She thought, bending her head as it now touched the ceiling. When they finally reached the door Ariel was practically on her knees.

"Why is it so small now?" She asked Charlie as they sat at the door. Charlie closed his eyes and seemed to be trying to remember something.

"To keep all the chocolately goodness that's inside." He said opening the small doors wide and Ariel nearly fainted at the sight of what lay behind them.

It was a colorful, bright, and looked like they were outside again. But many things were different. The trees had lollipops on them, the grass looked almost too bright, and the river that floated past them was pure chocolate. Ariel's knees weakened and she fell to the floor. Charlie dropped down beside her, plucked a piece of grass and offered it to her. She took it but raised an eyebrow that the young lad.

"Try it," He whispered soothingly. Ariel hesitated, but put the single blade of grass into her mouth and its sweet flavor filled her.

"You can eat the grass?"

"You can eat everything. But you have a dinner to attend so you shouldn't!" Charlie said standing up and motioning for her to follow. Ariel got up and noticed something she had not before. A small house, it was quaint and cute. Charlie opened the front door and they were assaulted with "hellos'' and "welcome backs!" But they immediately stopped when Ariel entered. She looked around to see the inside was just as small as the outside. There were 4 old people scattered around a rectangular table. And a middle-aged couple was working at the counter preparing a delicious smelling meal.

"This is Ariel, everyone!" Charlie said motioning to her. "Ariel, this is everyone!" He said motioning at the family. She was then introduced to Grandpa Jo, Grandma Josephine, Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina. Then she met Mr. and Mrs. Bucket; a kindly couple took to Ariel right away.

Just as they sat down to eat the delicious full course meal, the door flew open again. Ariel actually let out a laugh, at the appearance of the man who stood in the doorway. He had a purple top hat, huge sunglasses, a mushroom cut, a large purple over coat, a cane filled with what appeared to be nerds and large boots on. He immediately caught sight of her and her laughing.

"Who's this?" He said pointing rudely in her direction.

"This is Ariel, she's a friend of Charlie's and a fan of yours." Mrs. Bucket answered timidly. "Ariel, this is Willy Wonka." Ariel's fork clattered against her plate as she dropped it. She stood up clumsily and made her way over to him. She extended her hand and waited for him to shake it. He glared at it for a few seconds, and then shook it. Ariel noticed he had purple gloves on too.

"I'm sorry, Lily was it?" He asked looking at Mrs. Bucket for the answer.

"Uh, It's Ariel, Mr. Wonka," She said continuing to shake his hand. Until she realized that she was shaking Mr. Willy Wonkas hand and her knees weakened. He immediately reached out and put his other hand under her elbow to support her.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked stupidly.

"I'm fine." She whispered quickly. Willy nodded and let go of her, and she clattered to the ground. Willy walked over, sat in her chair and began to eat her food. She got up on her own and steadied herself. She could feel all eyes on her when she went and sat in the chair beside Willy. Grandpa George looked right at her and asked

"So why did you faint?" he inquired bluntly.

"Sorry about that, she said after clearing her throat loudly. "I just can't believe I'm here! I mean, 10 minutes ago I was just standing outside, looking in at the factory. Now, I'm here eating dinner with Willy Wonka and the lovely Buckets" She paused while saying their name, because she realized why it was so familiar to her. It was her last name. Adriana Bucket was her name, as far as the orphanage knew. The particular orphanage she grew up in, had a policy of not telling the children their last names until they were of age. The orphanage didn't want the kids to know what family's had abandoned them. So Ariel had chosen her own last name, Chesney, and shortened her name to Ariel. After Ariel found out her name she didn't really look for them at all. How much could they love her? They abandoned her, after all. But the idea of having these buckets as distant relatives or something didn't seem so bad.

After she realized all this, she found it hard to swallow her mashed potatoes.

"Are you alright dear?" asked Mrs. Bucket. Ariel nodded her head vigorously.

"Perhaps Willy would give you a proper tour of the factory?" asked boldly. Willy's eyes flew wide at the idea, while Ariel's lit up.

"That would be wonderful!" She exclaimed looking to Willy. He choose this moment to take a long sip of milk. After swallowing he looked between her eager face and the Buckets nodding heads. he gave a defeated sigh and nodded slowly.

"When ever you're ready."

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