"Charlie" I gasped as he ran over to Grandpa Joe and handed him the ticket.

It took a little while for him to focus on the shiny object but when he did we had the second shock of the evening.

"Yippee!" He yelled as the man that was bedridden for eight years jumped up and started to do an odd jig.

"Here. Read it aloud. Let's hear exactly what it says." Mum and Dad both dropped what they were holding in shock and excitement.

Dad took the ticket and began to read. I wasn't really listening to what it said because I knew that it would be Grandpa Joe Charlie took into the factory not me.

Once he put the ticket down I read it it said...' Greetings to you the lucky finder of this golden ticket, from Mr. Willy Wonka. I shake you warmly by the hand. for now, I do invite you to come to my factory and be my guest for one whole day. I, Willy Wonka, will conduct you around the factory myself, showing you everything there is to see. Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a procession of large trucks, each filled with all the chocolate you could ever eat. And remember, one of you lucky five children will receive and extra prize beyond your wildest imagination. Now here are your instructions. On the first of February, you must come to the factory gates at ten a.m. sharp. You're allowed to bring one member of your family to look after you. Until then, WIlly Wonka.'

"Guys, this says the first of February and that's tomorrow" I pointed out

"Then there's not a moment to lose. Both of you wash your face, comb your hair, scrub your hands, brush your teeth, blow your nose." Joe said.

"Charlie get the mud off your pants, and Mikayla change into that dress that we got you last year." George said shocking me I was confused I thought for sure Grandpa Joe would want to go.

"But Grandpa Joe don't you want to go?" I asked

"No dear I do but you want it more. You are a Wonka child through and through I wouldn't get to have the greatest granddaughter in the world if it weren't for Mr. Wonka's candy shop. You deserve to meet the man we all have to thank for bringing you into our lives." I was crying by the end of his little speech.

"Thank you Grandpa, I love you" I cried hugging him.

Charlie stopped us right there surprising and crushing all of us. He told us about the woman who offered him five hundred dollars to see her the ticket and how he thought we need the money more. I smiled very proud of him for wanting the sacrifice his happiness for the good of our family.

George wasn't pleased with this though as he called my brother over to him.

"Young man come here. There's plenty of money out there. They print more every day. But this ticket, there's only five of them in the whole world, and that's all there's ever going to be. Only a dummy would give this up for something as common as money. Are you a dummy?"

I had never loved my Grandfather more as he talked Charlie into going into the Chocolate factory

"Now both of you get upstairs and clean up then get to sleep so that you're ready to go to the factory tomorrow."

That night I'm pretty sure sleep evaded all of us in the house whether it was because of our overwhelming excitement or just the shock of it being Charlie who found the last ticket. We got up bright and early and I helped Charlie get ready before slipping into the dress my family had gotten me for my last birthday after pooling their money. I braided my hair down my back and then we were off. We stood there for a while staring around at all of the other winners who I saw felt like they were still contestants. Charlie and I turned around to see our parents and Grandpa Joe in the crowd to see us off. I began to wonder what this factory tour would be like until an annoying voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Daddy, I want to go in." Veruca the spoiled brat said

"It's 9:59 sweetheart" Her father answered calmly

"Make time go faster."

"Do you think Mr. Wonka will remember Grandpa?" Charlie asked me.

"Hard to say. It's been years."

The fat boy was shoving down chocolate still and I wanted to puke then I heard from down the line.

"Eyes on the prize, Violet. Eyes on the prize."

I was pissed you had a prize right in front of you. Being able to enter the factory was a prize in itself . I could see Mike was less than thrilled at being here but his father seemed excited.

"Please enter" a voice said as the gates opened. We all walked in hesitantly.

"Come forward. Close the gates. Dear visitors it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. And who am I? Well..."

A curtain opened and a puppet show began.

Willy Wonka, WIlly Wonka, The amazing chocolatier. Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, Everybody give a cheer! Hooray! He's modest, clever and so smart, He barely can restrain it. With so much generosity there is no way to contain it! To contain, to contain, to contain! Hooray! Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, He's the one that you're about to mee. Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka the magician and the chocolate whiz. The best darn guy who ever lived Willy Wonka her he is!

At the end a throne came up and fireworks started to go off. The puppets caught on fire and were destroyed. Out of nowhere I heard clapping right beside me so I clapped to. I thought the show was cute until the end.

"Wasn't that just magnificent? I was worried it was getting a little dodgy in the middle part, but then that finale Wow!" An eccentric voice said I soon saw the man as he walked out in front of the group.

Wow was my only thought I remember being in the crown when he opened his factory but he had changed and in my eyes he was amazing. I could tell that this tour either got a lot worse or a lot better for me.