The next day.

I am on the plane. It is quite boring in here. I have occupied my boredom with those fustigating peanut packets….Willy looked up and stared at the back of an empty seat for about five minutes, and then he began writing again. Eatable peanut packages! He smiled This is…a ..sli…gh..t bu..mpy…fli..gh…t. I…..wi…ll…wr..i..te wh..en it …is..n't…s..o…bum..py…!

Wi…l..l.y Wo…n…k….a

A few minutes later.

Well that didn't take long. Willy smiled…he did that quite a lot now that every thing was settled…or was it? Anyways, eatable peanut packages. I really have to invent that. Poor Willy… He was on a private jet and no one accompanied him. The Oompa-Loompas were on separate transportation. Willy sighed again while clicking his pen in and out….. in and out….in and out. I must confess…my dairy… hmmm…journal sounded manlier… I must confess my journal; there are a few things I must say. I am lonely (A/N, No he will not have a girlfriend!) very lonely. So lonely I can't stand it. The only person left in my life is my father. Willy eyes left the page and fell on the window. He sighed and thought of nothing but his dad… My father wasn't the best father in the world. (A/N Flash back warning)

Flash Back, Willy was at the age range of … 10-15.

It was a brisk Halloween night and young Willy, dressed as a ghost followed a group of kids from house to house. The taped on the door till the owner opened. This particular house was that of the little old lady Mrs. Weiss (A/N MADE UP NAME AND MADE UP NAMES TO FOLLOW I HAVE POOR MEMORY!) She answered when she heard the knock and began in a fragile, but loud voice, "Now, Who do we have here?" She stopped and glanced at the costumes, "Little Sally…oh and Bobby, nice costume. And who do we have here?" The older woman said referring to young Willy under the sheet. "Oh young Willy Wonka! You make a great ghost." She smiled and put a little extra candy in his bag. An hour later Willy arrived at his home where he was greeted my hid father. "What's in the bag, Willy?" Willy gave a slight whimper before sputtering out a weak, "Candy." (A/N this part will not be exact please bare with me I am writing this really late at night!) Willy's dad…Wilbur (A/N …Wilbur I think?) reached for the bag removing some of its contents in a small bowl. He motioned for Willy to sit. "Caramels? Taffy... Chocolate?" His father's words were cold, hard and sickening. "Well you know what I must do? Don't you?" Willy head nodded, Then he replied, "But Dad can't I have just one?" poor Willy slurred his words because of the headgear and massive metal in his mouth. The time after that was spent in the frame: Candy in the fire…Willy's up most start of his obsession for Chocolate and then. "I am leaving and am not coming back!" That was Willy, the words that escaped were loud and hit his dad hard…his dad replied even more harshly, "Well I will not be here when you return." Willy did leave and when he came back… no house or father.

-flash back over-

Willy felt cold tears running down his pale cheeks. No, he wasn't the best dad at all. The night is setting in and my flight is coming to a close I will write later. I will share more of my childhood tomorrow. Good bye…diary …. Willy thinks 'MORE MANELY!' …journal.

Willy Wonka

The remainder of the night Willy found himself crying, in the plane, in the drive home and finally to bed. He tossed and turned in his deep maroon velvet sheets. He woke in terror… he let out a kiddy like scream and fell back on his airy, feathery, purple pillow. In no time his new workers/servants enquired him with a late night snack of chocolate chip double fudge and whipped cream with sprinkles covered cookies and milk. He fell asleep after the sugary delight.

Okay well hmmm…. Chapter 3. I didn't feel like do any research for this one so bare with me on the details all-in-all I think I did a good job on this one… Hope you enjoy!

AshleyWonka