A/N: Hi! I'm back! So here's a new chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Sasha.
After Mike and his father left, Mr Wonka asked how many children were left. I quietly spoke up. "Um...there's only me and Charlie left."
"You mean you're the only two?" repeated Mr Wonka. "What happened to the others?" Had he completely forgotten the last hour, I silently questioned. Then he turned to me. "...Sasha, right? How old are you?"
I scowled a bit. I don't like being asked that. "Nearly seventeen, why?"
"Okay." He then turned to Charlie. "Charlie, that means you've won! Now there's so much to do and so little time, but luckily we have a great glass elevator to s-" He smashed right into the elevator. "...speed things along."
We all took off our glasses for the last room, and got into the elevator. I thought that I would leave, but apparently, even though I hadn't won, I was allowed to come along.
Just before getting into the elevator, I asked Mr Wonka "Why did you need to know how old I was?"
"Because the child who won had to be under thirteen." he answered. "Sorry, but that's how it goes." Strangely enough, I didn't feel resentful or jealous of Charlie. Maybe it was because I had a much nicer time than the other four kids. Besides, I liked Charlie. We had had a few conversations, and were nearly friends now.
When we got into the elevator, Mr Wonka pressed the button that said "Up and Out".
"But it's made of glass!" Charlie's grandfather protested. "It'll smash into a million pieces!"
Mr Wonka just laughed manically. I was even more freaked out than when Violet's transformation happened. And that was freaky. But we broke out of the factory, and the elevator was still intact. We were overlooking the factory as the other children went home.
Augustus was covered in melted chocolate, and a little thinner than he was before. He walked alongside his mother, licking the chocolate off his fingers. Ms Gloop said something, and Augustus answered, but I couldn't hear.
Violet and her mother walked out, Violet turning somersaults the whole way. She was no longer a huge blueberry, but the colour hadn't faded one bit. She stopped in an acrobat's position, and said something, before leaving.
Veruca and Mr Salt were both covered in litter, which is exactly what the Oompa-Loompas had predicted. "These are Veruca's new found friends, that she will meet as she descends" was what they said, I think. I saw Veruca point up at us and say something to her father. He said something back. Veruca scowled and said something else. Her father gave her a look. Sounds like she at last didn't get the promise of something she wanted.
Mike was as tall and thin as a piece of paper. But he was no longer tiny, just flat. Too bad, but then again, too bad he got sent by television, too bad Violet snatched the gum, too bad Veruca wanted a squirrel, too bad Augustus fell into the chocolate river.
"Where do you live?" Mr Wonka asked Charlie, who pointed.
"Right over there, that little house." And with that, the elevator crashed into the roof of the house. There were five adults there, the three elderly ones in a bed. I guessed they were Charlie's other grandparents. The other two adults (Charlie's parents, I'm guessing) were working.
"I think there's someone at the door." One of the women in the bed remarked.
"Hi, Mom!" Charlie yelled, waving. The elevator doors opened. For once in my life, I felt shy, and didn't step out.
Charlie's grandfather (that actually came to the factory) introduced Mr Wonka, and said "He says Charlie's won something."
"And who is she?" asked one of Charlie's parents, referring to me.
I stepped out of the elevator, my shyness draining, and I said "I'm Sasha. I was at the factory. I'm just tagging along. I'll leave now."
"You don't have to leave." Charlie said. The others in the house paused but said it was okay. After all, I had shared the experience in the factory.
It turned out the special prize was....becoming the heir to the factory! And living there while learning to run it. That was what the Golden Tickets were for. Amazing, but...
"So are you ready to leave all this behind and come and live with me at the factory?" Mr Wonka asked Charlie.
"Sure. Of course. As well as my family can come too." Charlie asked.
"Oh, my dear boy, of course they can't!" Mr Wonka exclaimed. "You can't run a chocolate factory with a family hanging over you like a dead old goose. No offence." he added to the family.
"None taken, jerk." muttered one of the grandparents in the bed.
"So if I go with you to the factory, I'll never see my family again?" Charlie said.
"Yes."
"Then I won't go. I wouldn't give up my family for anything. Not for all the chocolate in the world." Charlie said, quietly but firmly.
"And in case I'm an alternative, I wouldn't either." I added quickly.
Mr Wonka paused. "That's weird." He got back into the elevator and disappeared back the way he came. "Bye."
"Things are going to get much better." said one of Charlie's grandmothers-the one who had announced on our arrival that she thought someone was at the door.
"I guess that's my cue to go back to my hotel room." I sighed. "Bye." I headed for the door.
"Wait a moment, Sasha." I turned around to see Charlie had spoken. "Just one thing. Thank you for sticking up for me today. It really meant a lot. I'm not good at it myself."
"Well..." I began "I-wait a second! You were great when Mike said everything at the factory was pointless."
"That was different." Charlie said. "Not for me. It was for candy, stuff like that."
"Well, goodbye." I answered quietly.
And this time I did leave.
