AN: Forgive if Willy seems a little OCC throughout the story. And believe me, Candy shall not be a Mary-Sue!!!!Chapter 1: I know a girl whose tough but sweet

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" O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet."

" Candy, Candy, Candy! Say it with more...compassion. More love! More….feeling!"

" Ah, I've been as dramatic as I can, Mrs. Sundance! But it won't come out right."

" Miss Bucket, " the teacher smiled " try harder will you? The opening night is in two weeks! Your lines must be perfect. There shall be Talent scouts in the crowd."

The girl sighed " Maybe I don't want to act, Mrs. Sundance. Maybe I have bigger dreams."

" Bigger then being an world famous actress?" The teacher questioned " What could be bigger then that?"

" I want to do what Charlie does. I want to make candy everyone can enjoy." The girl grinned " I want to make people…happy. Truly and deeply, incandescently, overwhelmingly , freakishly , madly-"

" Happy, I know…." The teacher smiled at the girls dreams " Your cousin was lucky and you know my theory. Luck-"

" I know, I know. Luck only strikes once a family." The girl muttered under her breath " Odd theory-making, psycho-pants old lady."

" I know you don't want to think it's true. Your cousin just got lucky, that's all."

" Well, I believe that everything happens for a reason, people change so that you can learnt to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right." Candy smiled "You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. And I still think your a odd theory-making, psycho-pants old lady."

" Miss Bucket, I suggest you take your leave. " The teacher fumed " Now."

" Gladly….." the girl smiled " I'll see you tomorrow."

" Tomorrow's your birthday, isn't it?" The girl slowly nodded " Why don't you take the day off? You could use some social interaction with people your age. Meet some new friends, find a boy, fall in love. Don't hole up in your room like you always do."

" Yeah, yeah. Same old song and dance." The girl sighed " People my age are stupid and the boys are selfish, womanizing, son of a bi-"

" Language, Miss Bucket!" The teacher exclaimed " Language…"

" Not to mention boring, rude, egotistical, primitive, immoral, barbaric and oh, did I say boring already?"

" Not every guy can be a price charming, Candy. You need to lower your standards a bit."

" I'm not asking for yucky price charming, I just want adventure. And if I lower my standards anymore, I'll end like my mother."

" Just you watch yourself. Your going to fall and your going to fall hard, Candice Bucket."

" Until then, your stuck with me" Candy grinned madly ".Goodbye and good luck with the newbie's , Mrs. Sundance."

Candice 'Candy' Quentin Bucket spun on her heels and skipped out the door.

" If I didn't know any better, I'd say Mrs. Loony Sundance in there has a major bad case of schizophrenia."

As the girl walked down the steps of the collage, she sighed once again. The snow drifted down gracefully and coated her strawberry-blonde hair with white. Her deep blue eyes where weary and bloodshot from her long days work. Unlike the other students walking down the steps in their designer winter coats and snow boots, her hand-made purple jeans and her worn-out violet coat clung to her small body, but not protecting her from the harsh, cold wind. Her plain white sneakers left rather small imprints on the ground.

" Stupid winter wonderland...." She muttered solemnly.

She let out a exaggerated sigh, white surrounding her face as the breath came out. She readjusted the light purple messenger bag on her left shoulder. After that, she pulled her white shirt back over slightly scarred stomach. She smiled as she took out her cell phone. The annoying blue light told her it was almost midnight.

" Everyday it's the same old system. Get up, go to work, endure another meeting, Then, I walk on over to the collage of doom and get reprimanded for not saying my bloody lines right. I come home only to see what a mess I've left." The girl said to herself earning her weird looks " What?!?!? Never seen a girl talked to herself before? Scoot!"

The students and bystanders quickly dispersed " Oh, yeah. Fear me! Fear me and my purple jacket of DOOM!!!!"

After fifteen minutes of walking around the town, she reached a small apartment complex. Walking up the staircase, she stopped at the third level and proceed to walked down the long hallway. She came to a stop at room number three-twenty-two, a plain white door. Pulling out her keys, she struggled to juggled her books and cell phone in her left hand and open the door with the right. When she finally got the door open, she threw her books down in anger.

" Stupid books…." she mumbled to herself. The clock struck midnight as Candy sighed " Happy twenty-six birthday, Candy. Now tell me did you get everything you wanted? Oh, really? You didn't, did you?"

Candy looked around her apartment. Clothes where strung about the room. She didn't which where clean and which where dirty. Cartons of Chinese take-out where piled on to her coffee table. Grimly, Candy walked over to her sofa and pulled a battered and old book out of the cushions. She plopped down on the broken couch and opened the book up to the first page.

" Ah, Jane Austen. My one and only friend." She said to herself " Let's see what Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth are up to today.…"

- Other side of town; One-thirty pm; Wily Wonk's Chocolate Factory; Bucket's house-

" Mom!" Charlie yelled as her ran through the door " Mom, we've got a problem!"

" What is it , Charlie." His mom said frantically " Spit it out, boy!"

" C-Candy's-….." Charlie panted " Aunt Thelma! She disowned Candy and she living in a dumpy apartment downtown and it's her birthday tomorrow! She's al by herself! She needs a better place to stay and a family! She shouldn't be left on hr own! She'll trip and fall and break her legs and stuff! Mom, we must do something!"

Willy Wonka, who was sitting at the dinner table waiting for Charlie's arrival, smiled.

" Candy? I like candy…..Wait? Whose Candy?" He asked.

" She's Charlie's older cousin. They've always have been really close every since Charlie was born. " Mr. Bucket sighed " Charlie, what can we do?"

Charlie turned to look at Willy. He smiled innocently at the mentor. Willy's eyes searched the room, avoiding eye contact with all the Buckets. All the eyes in the room where set on him. He thought maybe he could ignore their gazes. That plan, however, failed when Grandma Georgina spoke up.

" My Grandbaby is always looking out for Charlie. Her names Candy, you know?" Grandma Georgina sighed " Mr. Wonka, you would really like her. She smells like peanuts. Like you!"

" Please, Mr. Wonka. I don't want her to be alone, especially this close to Christmas.." Grandpa Joe spoke up.

" She won't cause anymore problems then Charlie." Grandma Josephine sighed "She's a good kid.."

" Dance Dance!! Party pants!"

" What?"

" Mr. Wonka, please? I care about her so much.."

Willy, sighed knowing he had been beat by the Buckets, one and all " Where exactly does she live?"

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