Disclaimer: I'm not sure who owns Charlie and the Chocolate Factory but it's not me so there ya go.
A/N: I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory the other day and remembered this little diddy I wrote a few years back. I'm not sure if I'll continue it (possibly, I suppose) but I didn't want it to just go to waste. Also this is for anyone who gets sick of the same old storyline that seems rampant in this fandom. (You know what I mean) So here it is, hope you enjoy.
Northbrook High School had cliques, like every other school. The Jocks, the Preps, the Emo/Punk/Goth group, the Bullies, the Drama Freaks, the Nerds, the Druggies, and normal people. But, when you think about it, normal people were just lighter shades of all the groups above.
Junior, Charlie Bucket pondered this as he sat at the nerd table. Charlie didn't especially belong there (he was no smarter that your average kid), but he had learned the hard way that there was safety in numbers.
"Hey Charlie. Charlie. CHARLIE," a voice yelled right next to Charlie's ear, causing him to snap out of his ponderings.
"Yes, Judith," he answered politely to the wild-eyed frizzy haired girl.
"Charlie I was wondering if you knew if Mrs. Wielder asks her students to convert the percentages to decimals or if she wants them to stay."
He glanced over and saw that Judith was working on a math homework assignment.
"But you're in my class," Charlie said, confused, "And we have Mr. Millstein, not Mrs. Wilder." The boy then caught sight of the name at the top of the paper.
Veruca Salt.
"Judith, why are you doing Veruca's homework? I thought we agreed you'd tell no next time," Charlie asked in a disgusted tone.
Emma Birch went wide-eyed and squeaked out, "Charlie you don't understand! Veruca's a terror, no girl could say no to her. She's the female version of Mike TeaVee. Don't tell me you wouldn't do Mike's homework if he told you to."
"Mike's top of our class, why would he want me to do his homework? And Veruca couldn't possibly be as bad as him."
Charlie snuck a peek over at the popular girl table. There was Veruca, giggling at something as usual. Looking quite gorgeous as she did so he might add.
"Oh, Veruca's as bad as Mike, Charlie," Daniel Call said in his nasal voice, "Once I dropped my books in front of her in the hallway and while I was picking them up she walked right over my hands with her three inch stilettos."
Charlie winced along with everyone on the table. Maybe Veruca was that bad.
"Are you going to eet zat," Augustus Gloop voice suddenly silenced the Nerd table. (A/N: That was my attempt at a German accent. Please forgive me.)
Augustus Gloop was the surrounded by some of the other prominent Northbrook jocks. Augustus was the star line-men on the football team. All he had to do was throw himself to whoever was in front of him and he could take down half the line.
Sadly, Charlie saw that Augustus was pointing at Charlie's Fritos. The bag of chips was sitting nexto to his usual half-frozen carton of milk and bland ham and cheese sandwich. Charlie had found fifty-cents that day on his way to school so the Fritos were a bonus.
"Uh," Charlie struggled to think up an excuse to keep the lump away from his chips but he didn't need to. Augustus snatched the chips and began stuffing his face as he walked out of the cafeteria with the rest of the jocks.
"Hey Bucket," the voice sent a chill down Charlie's spine even if he hadn't seen who spoke.
He knew it was the previously mentioned Mike TeaVee, teen genius and bully. The boy was ridiculously smart but had an unfortunate love for violence. He nurtured this love on his extensive collection of graphic video games and by picking on anyone he felt like. Charlie happened to be one of his favorite victims for reasons unknown, but that's just the way things were.
Mike came into Charlie's vision and studied Charlie's lunch tray.
"One of my buddies said he saw you with some chips Bucket," Mike said while casually glancing at the other nerds, who were too afraid to move an inch, "Where'd those come from? Did your daddy get a raise."
A couple of Mike's minions snickered. They watched eagerly as Mike moved closer to Charlie's tray, pretending to be confused.
"Where are the chips Bucket?"
"Er…," Charlie trailed off, just as terrified as the rest of the nerds.
"Wait a minute," Mike scratched his head, "were those chips I saw Gloop stuffing his face with your chips."
Not knowing what else to do, Charlie nodded.
"Bucket, why didn't you explain to him that your lunch is my lunch."
Charlie didn't answer.
"Bucket, Bucket, Bucket do you realize that his had deprived me of some of my daily nourishment. Thirteen percent of the world doesn't get enough food a day, are you trying to add me to that thirteen percent?"
Charlie numbly shook his head.
"Well," Mike drew back, "You know what? I'm gonna do a good thing here, because today I don't want you to be part of that thirteen percent. You can keep your lunch Bucket."
Charlie's eyes bulged in surprise.
"In fact…," Mike took a hold of the Charlie's milk carton and opened it, "I think I might even help you get some nourishment." Mike lifted the milk carton above Charlie's head. "'Cause I have to ask Bucket, Got Milk?"
Screwing his eyes shut tight Charlie waited for the cold milk to be dumped on his head.
"Hold it TeaVee!"
The voice sliced through Charlie's tension. He knew that voice, the entire student body new that voice. After all, she was Junior class president. And martial arts extraordinaire. And a drill team member. And, most importantly, the reigning gum-chewing champion. Just to mention a few anyway.
He opened his eyes and saw Violet Beauregard standing in front of the Nerd table (something that rarely happened, unless she was campaigning) snapping her gum angrily as she glared at Mike.
"This doesn't concern you Beauregard," Mike snarled.
Charlie knew he was safe for a few minutes. He also knew Violet wasn't doing this for him; she was doing this for excuse to get in yet another argument with Mike.
"If you're picking on an innocent member of the student body then it is my concern," Violet flipped her shoulder length blond hair out of her eyes.
"What, you got the hots for him," Mike sneered. It didn't, however, escape Charlie's notice that Mike gave him a quick survey. Probably to see if there was any chance Violet could be interested in him. Which there wasn't. And thank God for that, Charlie thought, or else Mike's harassment of him would escalate to an unbearable level.
The two continued bickering and Charlie tried to figure a way to escape. While he was looking his gaze accidentally landed on Veruca Salt, Violet's best frienemy. Her hair was softly curled and she was watching the scene with a small smirk on her well-glossed lips.
Charlie began drooling.
The loud, merciless bell rang to signal the end of lunch and Veruca began walking to the door like everyone else. She was the last thing Charlie saw before the cold white milk dribbled down into his eyes.
A/N: Thanks for the read. Reviews are loved very much and I'll make sure to thank you if you'd be so kind.