"And the Junior Chewing Gum World Record goes to... Violet Beauregarde!"
This was perhaps the strangest award ceremony anyone had ever attended. Not only did people not typically celebrate such a thing as chewing the same piece of gum for the longest time, the audience of the ceremony consisted solely of two families: the Beauregardes, whose child had just won, and the Prinzmetels.
The Beauregardes were as proud as ever to have yet another trophy in their household. Violet's parents had divorced, supposedly because Mr. Beauregarde was to own a large used car industry, but really mainly due to the fact that he could not stand the noise of gum chewing anymore. Despite this divorce, however, they still attended every award ceremony that their daughter had gotten into. Both Violet's parents had lost track of the precise number, and only Violet herself knew that this was, in fact, her 263rd trophy.
The Prinzmetels, on the other hand, were only here to gracefully accept the loss. The previous record holder, Cornelia Prinzmetel, had kept gritted teeth throughout the entire "ceremony", mainly because, unlike Violet, gum chewing was Cornelia's only forte. Her parents, as happily married as they could be, told her to not be in such a sorrow, but their arguments quickly devolved into gossip about Violet. Whenever she visited the Prinzmetels, Violet would always hear one or another story, and while she didn't believe a single thing they said, she still felt good about being a little celebrity.
Cornelia and Violet were truly as opposite on the personality spectrum as they could get. Whenever they went to school, Violet would be grinning almost all the time, be it through winning another contest or getting the highest grades, and Cornelia would looking at her, obviously jealous. She couldn't do anything - her parents always had the Christian "turn the other cheek" attitude whenever it came to Violet - but she could at least feel.
The two families walked out of the school's sports hall. Violet tried to engage conversation by saying something like "Well, who's the champion now? Oh wait, I was always the champion!" but Cornelia didn't respond.
Thus, the two families quietly walked to their homes. Violet said goodbye to her parents - after all, she still had the sports class - and handed her mother the trophy.
However, the news that were announced on the evening after this ceremony changed everything.
Violet finally got back home from the sports class. She didn't look tired at all - she was trained to be a champion, for crying out loud - but she was still ready to collapse after doing her homework.
Alas, her mother felt differently. She immediately took Violet to her own room, turned on the TV and told her to watch.
The reporter on the TV thus said: "Hello, and welcome to the evening news. As our first story today, Willy Wonka of the Wonka Candies fame has announced that this year, he will be allowing five children to visit his factory. He is going to select them based on whoever finds the Golden Tickets that have been hidden under Wonka bars. According to Wonka, these candy bars may be anywhere: in any shop in any street in any country in the world. This announcement has already taken a trip around the globe as people everywhere are buying Wonka bars, some by hundreds or thousands, to find a Golden Ticket. Who will be the winners? Only time will tell."
"Are you thinking the same thing I'm thinking?" Violet's mother asked.
"I have to find one of the tickets." Violet responded.
At the same time, Cornelia and her parents were also watching the announcement and immediately had their own thoughts.
"What do you think, will the Beauregarde girl be on the lookout for a ticket?" Cornelia's mother started.
"Of course she will." Her father took it up.
"Not that she will find the ticket. There are millions of Wonka bars and only five tickets."
"Just imagine the looks on her face as all five tickets are found far away."
In a long time, Cornelia finally smiled. She already imagined how Violet would look miserable for the first time in her life.
Author's idiotisms: Well, that's a nice break from all the "bluh bluh I am Violet myself" stuff. And it wasn't inspired by any reviewer this time. I write whatever I want to write.