School was boring as hell. One of the only things that made it interesting was the fact I had lunch with Charlie. People looked at me kind of funny because of my hair color but they became nice when I told them who my father was. People are the same no matter where you go.

I didn't care about many of the people I met during my first day at school. The one person I did care about was a girl named Candy Brake. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She long red hair and beautiful brown eyes. Candy sat with Charlie and me at lunch. I was too shy to say much. At the end of the day it was Charlie that suggested we exchange numbers.

If I hadn't had homework I would have called her as soon as I got hope. Sadly I had a ton of Algebra homework to do and I have no idea how to do it.

The elevator seemed too dangerous to be going on so I headed to the room where everything was eatable. Charlie had walked in with me. He had homework too and he was headed to do it. I started to walk towards the boat when I noticed my dad. Dad was bent over and was looking under a patch of mushrooms.

"Looking for something?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he said looking up at me. "I've seemed have to misplaced my muse."

"Your what?" I asked. "How do you misplace a muse?"

A muse wasn't something you could misplace. A muse is just your source of inspiration but than again there wasn't much my dad couldn't do. Maybe it had figured out how to misplace a muse.

"I let him out of his cage," Dad gave a sigh. "I should have known not to."

"What does he look like?" I asked.

"He's about a foot tall," he said. "He is blue with gold feet and little wings. My muse could be anywhere."

"Alright," I said a little freaked out. I had never heard of something like that. "I'd help but I've got homework."

"Ok son," he said standing up straight. "I've got to check a few more rooms. When you're done with your homework just call me and I'll take you out to do a little shopping."

"Sure thing Dad," I said walking towards the boat.

I could hear dad going 'come to daddy musey!'. I rolled my eyes and got on the boat.

Math was so stupid. I didn't think dad used half the math he used in high school. I didn't understand anything that was in the book. I was almost to the point of calling dad for help when the phone rang. I threw my math book to the floor and picked up the phone.

"Hello," I said into the phone. "This is Basil Wonka."

"Hi," a familiar voice said. "This is Candy. You might not remember me but we met at school today."

"Of course I remember you," I said with a laugh.

I got up from the couch I had been sitting on and moved to my bed. It was a lot more comfortable.

"I was hoping you would," she said with a giggle. "What are you up to?"

"I was trying to do my Algebra," I said rolling my eyes at the book, "But math just isn't my thing."

"Me either," she said. I couldn't see her but I had a feeling she was smiling. "Music class is my favorite. I listen to a lot of music but I've never heard of The Undead cats. I noticed the name on the back of your shirt. Who are they?"

"Oh," I said smirking. "The Undead Cats are a graveyard rock man and I'm the lead singer."

"Really?" she asked in high-pitched voice. "That's totally cool."

"Yep," I bragged. "I also play the guitar."

"I've wanted to learn for years but my family doesn't have the money to give me lessons," Candy explained. "I don't think they would get me lessons even if we did have the money. My mom says it's a big waste of time."

"My mom is the same way," I said. "Dad seems pretty cool about it though."

"You are so lucky to have Willy Wonka for a dad," Candy said in a dreamy voice. "I would do anything to just visit that factory for a day. You get to live there!"

"It's ok," I said with a giggle. "Dad is a little strange compared to me but this place is amazing."

"Do you think…well I was wondering…" she said in a soft voice.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well," she said. "I was wondering if I could come over and hang out with you sometime."

"I don't think that would be a problem," I said.

Dad's a pretty nice guy. I didn't think he would mind if a friend of mine came over.

"You mean it?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.

"Of course," I said. "I'd have to ask Dad but I really don't think he'd have a problem with it."

"That would be the best," she said. "Shit I have to go. My science home is calling me. Ask your dad ok? Call me back if he says it's ok and we'll work things out. I'm sure my parents would be happy to get rid of me for an afternoon.'

"Alright," I said. "Bye for now."

"Bye," she said and hung up.

I couldn't believe it. There was a chance I was going to get to hang out with a beautiful girl. I realized I hadn't hung up the phone when the dial tone entered my ears. I hung it up quickly and jumped to my feet.

"I have to tell dad right now," I cried out loud and walked towards the door.

I stepped over my forgotten math homework before I walked out of the room.