Author's Note: I don't own any of the characters aside from my own. Welcome everyone to another story of mine! I must admit I'm not really feeling good. Mentally, not physically. You see, I'm losing a friend I really care about. Here's the cliffnotes version. I basically screwed up our friendship, and it's my fault. She's a reader and a user on this site, and we always would talk to each other. But now, we can't talk to each other, and the guilt's been eating at me for days. So to my friend, if you are reading this, I'm truly sorry I ruined everything, and I hope you can forgive me and that we can stay friends.

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Chapter 1: No Hope

The factory tour had seemed like a good idea at first, but after a while, it had become apparent that it was easily the worst decision I ever made. I could say my life could be described as malicious and driven. I was extremely competitive to the nth degree. I had the athleticism of a lion, the wit of a snake, and the speed of a leopard. Yet somehow, I was defeated by a simple boy I never should have underestimated. He may not have looked like it, but he bested all of the competition without even so much as putting any effort. I just had the stupidity to try out the gum Mr. Wonka had showed everyone. My face, clothes, hair and body all turned blue. My body had swelled to an extreme degree. I had been juiced within a device in the Juicing Room, but I wasn't the same person. I became flexible, but my skin was permanently-rendered a deep indigo color. As we walked out, I saw the others, who looked horrendous. Augustus Gloop had been covered in chocolate, Veruca Salt was covered in trash, and Mike Teavee looked like a Walking-Stick Bug. I realized that while they will changed back, I won't. I tried to make it seem like I was fine.

"Look Mother!" I exclaimed. "I'm much more flexible now!"

She suddenly gave me that look that she gives when I make a fool of myself. "Yes, but you're blue," She coldly replied.

In reality, I was not okay. I looked up and saw Charlie, his grandfather, and Mr. Wonka looking down at us from a flying elevator. I waved, but they looked away. I felt guilty for being rude, but they wouldn't forgive me. On top of that, as I got closer to the crowd, I became a nervous wreck. Except this time, I had no gum to calm me down. I knew it was going to be terrifying, but I still pressed on. However, as I approached the crowd, their vitriolic words got to me.

"Hey, is that Violet? She looks freaky!"

"I bet she'll the laughingstock of her city now!"

"Serves her right. She's no champion, she's a loser."

"Yeah, she's a joke! I bet even the circus won't take her!"

After a while, I had lost it and ran from my mother. She had called for me to stop running, but I didn't. I couldn't stop running away. I had lost my dignity and my self-worth. I didn't deserve to live with my mother anymore. She was better off without me. My mother tried to find me, but I hid and she never found me. I walked for a long time, until I found a train station. I stowed away on an open cart and slept as the train took me to a new place to have a new life.

That's the chapter! I hope you'll enjoy the story! To CHOCOLATEFUDGE, I hope you're reading this so I can know how you like it. In the meantime, have a great day!