(A/N: this story just randomly popped into my head one day. I'm currently obsessed with Charlie and the Chocolate Factory that is becoming unhealthy. I've watched it way to much. So anyway, read and review, pretty please! Enjoy! Oh yes…and I only own the plot line of this story…nothing else…not the characters or the factory. So don't sue me!)

This story is about one bratty little girl and a truly magical chocolate factory. I just happen to be the bratty little girl, but I've seemed to grow up quite a bit. My name is Veruca Salt, and I am one of the five children who got to visit Mr. Wonka's Chocolate Factory. It happened not so long ago. I was just a small, bratty and very spoiled child who got a Golden Ticket. I didn't care about it. To me, it seemed nothing special. I was so used to getting my way that it was nothing new. But going to visit that factory changed my life.

I was eight, nine, or ten. I can't even remember. I guess it's not really that important. I was spoiled rotten when I heard about the tours through the chocolate factory and the Golden Tickets. As soon as the news reached my ears, I made my Daddy search through every box of Wonka Chocolate Bars for days and days until he found a Ticket. Finally, he found one. But it was no big deal. I was used to getting my way after all.

When the day came to go to the factory, I was bored and uninterested. I had to get up early to go to wherever the factory was, and I hated getting up early. But once me and Daddy got there and we waited outside the huge gates, I became so excited and anxious that I couldn't bear it. Finally, the gates opened after what seemed like an agonizingly long wait. I ran into the huge courtyard in front of the towering factory. I was so excited I could barely contain it. Little did I know that what awaited me beyond those gates was more that I could have ever dreamed of.

After a strange puppet show, Mr. Wonka finally appeared. But he was not on the throne on the stage like I had expected. Instead, he was standing right next to me. He wore huge sunglasses, much too big for his face, and had a strange haircut. Plus, he was really, really weird.

"Good morning, starshine. The Earth says 'hello'!" he said. I had no idea what that was even supposed to mean, so I just stared. All of us did. Violet smacked her gum loudly, annoying me to the core. I really disliked her. I almost wanted to pull all of her blonde hair out and wrap that stupid gum around her loud mouth.

Mr. Wonka pulled out note cards, reading them off and saying what he was supposed to say. He seemed so awkward. But there was some part of me that liked it. I had no idea why and I mentally kicked myself. I hated boys. They were icky. Plus, he was a man, probably old enough to be my father! Yet there was something about him that wasn't adult at all, some part of him that was still a child. He seemed sweet inside, like the candy he made. My childish mind was so confused.

We walked into the factory and it was so warm in there. I couldn't tell if it was just me or if it was the actual temperature of the factory. My cheeks and face were red, I could tell.

Mr. Wonka told us to throw our coats anywhere, and then follow him. We did just that.

"Mr. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregarde!" Ugh. That girl made me angry beyond angry. She hugged him and chewed her gum like a cow chews grass, loudly and disgustingly.

"I don't care," he replied, making me smile to myself. He hated her! I walked in front of him.

"I'm Veruca Salt, very pleased to meet you, sir." I said, curtsying and smiling delightfully, seeming to be an angel on the outside. I tried my hardest to hide the devil that ruled me on the inside.

"I always thought a veruca was a wart you got on the bottom of your foot," he replied, laughing awkwardly. I almost wanted to cry, but I just frowned at him. I couldn't cry in front of all these people! He turned to the others and spoke to them, and I hardly heard him. All I could hear was the insult he had said to me ringing through my ears.

We got to the huge room, a candy paradise field! A huge chocolate river was flowing all around it and huge peppermint sticks, lollipops, any candy I could dream of was there. It was a dream come true! He told us to enjoy ourselves and thankfully I forgot all about him…until that nasty Violet brought him up. We were sitting by one of the candy apple trees, eating our sweets. She turned to me and smirked.

"Hey, do you think Mr. Wonka's weird?" she asked. I suddenly went all red and really didn't want to talk about him.

"Yes, but he's a genius as well, so far as I can tell." I replied, licking my lollipop. She laughed. It was one of the most annoying sounds in the entire world.

"You have a crush on him, don't you!?" she asked.

"That's disgusting!"

"But its true. I can tell, you get all tongue tied and –"

"I DO NOT!" I shouted. I stood up and walked away. I saw her lean back against the huge candy tree and smile, taking a bite out of her candy. I huffed and walked farther away, until I bumped into someone. "HEY!" I yelled and instantly regretted it. I looked up and saw Mr. Wonka. Suddenly my tongue felt too big for my mouth and my cheeks got very red.

"You really should look forward while you're walking, little girl." He said. He side-stepped around me and walked away, leaving me staring after him. I must have had the strangest look on my face.

"Veruca, darling!" my father said. I turned and smiled at him. My tongue suddenly felt normal again and I could actually speak.

"Yes Daddy?" I replied, smiling up like a sweetheart at him. He smiled back and took my arm.

"Come, darling. Mr. Wonka has something to show us." He replied. I followed him and once we met up with everyone else, Violet came to stand next to me.

"You have a crush on Mr. Wonka," she sang in my ear. I glared, not at her, but ahead of myself. I tried to ignore her jeering and was failing miserably. I couldn't help but think about Mr. Wonka. He was a child at heart, I could tell, and I suddenly realized why girls liked boys. It had never made sense before. Boys were icky and gross. They looked different and acted different. They had cooties! But for Mr. Wonka, I felt different. I didn't care if he was a boy. It was all happening much to fast for my opinion, and for my mind to keep up with.

Suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts, Augustus fell into the huge chocolate river. The idiot! His mother cried out and I rolled my eyes. He was going to drown and I found I really did not care. Mr. Wonka seemed rather angry that Augustus had been so clumsy as to fall into the river. Probably because he was touching the chocolate and getting all of his gross germs in it, he said something about how it can't be touched by human hands. That really stunk for Mr. Wonka, but even more for Augustus.

The fat boy was rescued, well…sort of. He went up into a pipe and his mother went to rescue him with an oompa loompa. Those creatures…well, people, as Mr. Wonka called them, were terribly strange. They scared me and yet they fascinated me at the same time. We moved on with the tour on a huge boat that came to us from the chocolate river. It was pink and shaped like a dragon! I really wanted one, but I kept that to myself. For some weird reason, I just didn't want to sound spoiled, which made no sense since I had no clue I was spoiled. I just thought I got my way all the time, it was expected.

We got to the invention room and Violet cornered me again. I don't really know what we were standing by, but she came up to me, smacking her gum as if she were the ruler of the world. She smirked at me, hinting she knew something I didn't.

"You have a crush on Mr. Wonka! It's so obvious!" she said, still smacking her gum. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but I rolled my eyes, playing coy. I did NOT have crush on Mr. Wonka! The very thought of it was revolting!

"I don't know what you're talking about! Maybe you're crazy," I replied. She glared at me and chewed her gum with an angry look on her face.

"Pa-lease! It's so obvious! I wouldn't be surprised if he already knows…" she said, walking away with a smirk on her lips. I gasped against my will, and she turned and smirked at me again, her face saying 'I win,' all over it. UGH! She disgusted me! Yet…she also slightly intimidated me.

"Shut up," I replied, "I do not have a crush on him and he does NOT know,"

"Whatever you say." She said, actually walking away this time. Stupid little brat! Ugh!

When she became a blueberry, my life was just short of being complete. I laughed like I had never laughed before.

After that, we walked to the nut sorting room. It was rather pointless, except for the squirrels! They were so cute and so much more exciting than any of my other pets. All my other pets were just normal. I wanted a squirrel and I wanted it NOW! The spoiled part of me took over.

When Mr. Wonka said no to me, I got angry. I crawled through the gate and all the squirrels stopped what they were doing to stare at me. They watched with their huge dark eyes as I tried to grab one. Once I reached my hands out and was so close…they went crazy! They all pinned me down and one knocked on my head. I was a bad nut. When I flew down that garbage shoot, I cried. The first time in my life, I actually cried.

That was when I changed. I realized it was stupid to want everything in the world because no matter how much you have you're still going to want more. Once I got home, after that emotional day, I took a bath for a long time…just thinking. Mr. Wonka had to have had a reason for inviting us all to the factory. I decided right then and there that I would go back when I was older. I vowed to myself, no matter how much it hurt…I would go back…

(A/N: sooo what do you think so far!? R&R!! please? The next chapter is even better I think! : )