This time, the news of a discovery of a Golden Ticket didn't even have to go wirelessly to reach the entire neighborhood. Some people were even woken up by a 10 PM prepubescent girl's shriek. Among those people was Violet's mother herself, who had always wondered how Violet could hold so much confidence - no, conceit - inside herself.
"Violet, what is it?" she said, descending to where Violet was.
"Mother, look!" Violet said - now slightly more silently - and showed her mother the discovered ticket.
"You actually did... I'm so proud of you, but we'll talk tomorrow. I think you woke up everyone on the planet."
"No way. I'm seeing what I won right now. Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this Golden Ticket..." Violet went silent as her mother went back to her bed, thus leaving the young champion alone with her thoughts.
Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a procession of large trucks, each one filled with all the chocolate you could ever eat... no way. This is actually a trick. I mean, look what I did to Cornelia.
Almost all of Violet's thoughts seemed to reach a single conclusion. Willy Wonka... will show around his factory? Didn't he have these crazy inventions that others stole, shutting him down? And that prize beyond your wildest imagination... I am against a girl who thinks she can have anything she wants, so what if she wants the prize?
Though, I might have just someone who deserves all these things... and whatever happens if something goes wrong.
Violet looked around her home, searching for and successfully finding a pen, a piece of paper and an envelope (back from the days when she used to get in trouble at school) and began writing.
That morning for Cornelia seemed as ordinary as ever. At least, it didn't seem too whacky, what with the fact that her sworn rival somehow managed to make her fat and hated by others, but for now, things seemed to be at least a little in control.
That is, until her parents once again left for work and she was ready to go back to her lessons, when they noticed something in the mail.
"Hmm. From Violet Beauregarde, and doesn't seem to be yet another Wonka bar. Cornelia, I think your rival has something for you."
"What is it this time?" Cornelia wondered, still feeling the consequences of Violet's last and biggest ploy. She took the envelope from her parents, opened it and read the attached letter.
Dear Cornelia,
To begin with, I think that you should somehow calm yourself before you read everything, for one, because you now mistrust me, but also now, because this is going to hit you in a major way.
As it happens, enclosed in this envelope is a Wonka's Golden Ticket.
Cornelia immediately stopped reading and ripped away the remaining envelope. As she expected, there was a shiny golden leaf that fell on the floor, and the girl immediately picked it up and saw the big letters reading GOLDEN TICKET.
"Mom? Dad? You won't believe me." Cornelia said to the void, because her parents had already left.
That afternoon, Violet decided not to come home from school. Instead, she hit up Cornelia's home, expecting news outlets to have already surrounded her. Strangely enough, though, no one was there.
Well, no one except for the "winner" of the ticket herself. She confronted Violet: "What is the meaning of this? Is this some other secret ploy?"
"Oh, come on, Nelly. It's just the fact that when you win nothing, it's no fun."
"Yeah, I know, Vi. It's depressing, always being in your shadow."
"So let's get this thing started." Violet picked up the stationary phone in Cornelia's home and entered a number she had saved for this occasion.