(Matilda's POV):

I wake up the next morning to a loud tapping at my head. No, wait. At my window. Groggy, I sit up and grab my glasses. I push myself out of bed and look at my arm. The scratches, though still visible, have healed. Was it just my mind playing tricks on me when I saw that message? It's a possibility.

I walk to the window and open the blinds. Nothing there. Outside it's as gloomy as yesterday.

"Same old, same old, I suppose," I sigh.
"When's something life-changing gonna happen to me?"

I put on my clothes for the day and stuff the note from last night in my pocket. Mom and dad are fast asleep, so I have to be super quiet. I grab myself some breakfast and then check outside the front step. There's the morning newspaper. I unwrap it from the rubber band and read the front page. The headline catches my eye. Looks like that life-changing thing could come sooner than I think it will.

"No way! I should tell Charlie and James."

Picking up my feet, I rush over to the Bucket shack and knock on their door. It opens and I find his mother. A very young and pretty woman, she has blondish hair that goes perhaps just a bit past her shoulders and a kind face.

"Hello, Mrs. Bucket. Is Charlie awake yet?"

She gives a small smile.

"Hello, Matilda. I'm not quite sure. Why don't you come in?"

I step inside the shack. It's not as cold as it usually is. In fact, as I step inside, a cloud of warmth surrounds me and I smell a burning fire. Not terribly hot, but as hot as it's ever been in here.

"Charlie?" Mrs. Bucket calls.

There's no answer.

"He must still be asleep."

I look over into his bedroom. There I find a boy lying on a bed covered in a bunch of crumpled papers and broken pencils. Quite a sight, if I do say so myself.

"Oh hello, Matilda!" an old voice exclaims.

I turn to find one of Charlie's grandparents; Grandma Josephine. She's sitting up excitedly in her bed, shared by three other people; Charlie's other grandparents.

"Georgina," she rasps across the bed, gently nudging the woman across from her with her foot.

The other woman snorts and jolts awake.

"Wha-?" she groans.

Grandma Georgina. She and Josephine are best friends, but as far as I can see, they don't have much in common. Besides that they're old, live in the same bed, and they're both grandmas to the same kid.

"Georgina, Matilda's here!"

"Oh. Hello, dearie," Georgina groans kindly.
"Could you spare some chocolate?"

"Perhaps a few Wonka Nut-a-rifics?" Josephine asks hungrily.

I smile and shake my head.

"I told you. If and when I get married to Charlie, you'll be able to get all the Wonka Nut-a-rifics you can eat."

Oh yeah. I've forgotten. They've joked with me about how they're gonna get me to marry Charlie just so they can get chocolate off of me.

I walk past the snoring grandpas and walk over to Charlie's bedroom. Or, more accurately, bed.

"Charlie?" I ask nudging him gently.

He snores a little.

"Charlie," I say shaking him.

His eyes open slowly and tiredly.

"Matilda?" he groans.
"Wha-? It's Saturday."

"I know, but there's something I have to tell you and James," I whisper.

"Couldn't it wait until Monday?"

I shake my head.

"Please, Charlie. This could change our entire lives," I plead with him.

He gives a sigh and a smile, shaking his head.

"Give me a few minutes," he says sitting up.