Charlotte Wonka's childhood
Charlotte's P.O.V
I was with my dad in the inventing room working on our hair toffee, so far no luck.
"Dad, remind me again why we're wearing fake facial hair?" I asked generally confused.
My dad, Willy Wonka, turned around and looked at me, I giggled at his fake black mustache.
"Because, charlotte, we are working on hair toffee and to get it working we must give it ideas of what the hair should look like" he answered.
I laughed through my brown beard "I'm sorry but it's hard to take you seriously in that mustache."
Before my dad could say anything an oompa loompa came tugging on his coat. He did some signals that I could never understand and left.
"Oh! We have company, charlotte" said daddy.
We pulled off our fake facial hair and walked to the main hallway where Charlie and the gang were looking at a huge book.
"whatcha got there guys?" I asked.
"I found it lying on the coffee table out here" said Charlie "it's a photo album."
My face went pale "photo album? Of what?"
"Your baby pictures" snickered veruca.
"WHAT?!" I cried "DAD! I thought you said you got rid of them all!"
"Ah, charlotte" said dad "I couldn't- I mean you were so cute!"
"Yeah" agreed Augustus.
"Really adorable!" said violet.
"Not the worst looking kid I've seen" shrugged mike.
"Really?" I asked unbelievably.
"Yeah!" said dad as they turned the page "oh! Look! That picture was taken the very same night I found charlotte on the steps of the factory!"
"Wow!" said the gang.
"She was so small" said Charlie amazed.
"Only a two months old according to the oompa loompa pedestrian" said daddy proudly.
I grinned "dad had no idea how to take care of me or what to do with me. Luckily he had the oompa loompa's to help…"
~flashback~
Dad had just brought me in and was about to show me around the factory.
"Well, come on, I'll show you around" he said "it looks like you're going to be here awhile."
He walked away and I was still sitting in my basket on the table. I got bored the minute he left and started to get cranky and cry.
He came rushing back "what? What's wrong?"
I continued to cry.
He looked around "did something sad happen? Is that why you're crying?"
The oompa loompa's rolled their eyes watching us. They came up to dad and did some weird signals.
"What?" said dad "no, no way, nope, I'm not going to pick her up!"
I cried and cried on.
"You can just keep crying" he told me "I don't even know how to hold you!"
The oompa loompa's sat him down and one of them picked me up and held me showing him how to hold a baby. I still cried.
Then they handed me over to him, he reluctantly took me, and I immediately stopped crying.
"Oh, so now you stop!" he said a bit frustrated.
I cooed a bit, I was content in his arms and soon yawned feeling sleepy.
He smiled down at me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I love you too, baby" he said.
AN: aww! Cute! In the next chapter we'll see how charlotte got her name!