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A Rose By Any Other Name Chapter 4

Our young Rose stood behind the ice cream counter, a little…baffled. So that was Willy Wonka. He seems quite odd…but nevertheless VERY funny. I wonder why left so quick? I probably ran him off with these big obnoxious braces of mine. Darn them. That's why you've never had a relationship with anyone, Rose, because you don't appeal to people. You're just that weird girl who always sat in the corner, off in her own little world. She thought. That was your opportunity to meet one of the most famous inventors in the WORLD, and you stand there and act shy. I'm never going to get married…

Yet again, daylight was fading, and the snow began to fall again. She cleaned up, turned off the lights, and headed out the door with her book in hand. This is how I predict my life will be for the next…well…for the rest of my life.

As she approached her apartment, she noticed a flier on her door. Looked sort of important. Heh, maybe it's an eviction notice. They're throwing me out because I'm too quiet. She shoved her glasses up further on the bridge of her nose with her index finger and brought the flier closer to her face. It read:

I, Willy Wonka, have cordially invited you to come visit my factory. I expect you to be here at 1:00 pm. Alone. Don't bring anyone else. I'll only need that cute little smile of yours.

W. Wonka

"Is this some kind of a joke?" Rose said to herself. I'll only be needing that cute little smile of yours? Okay… This slightly scared Rose. She'd never actually…met him before. She wondered if he was some kind of a sick creep. She read the letter again, and it didn't seem to be the case. He actually seemed pretty nice. Just a little…out there.

What exactly was this, anyway? Sure, she'd always wanted to see the factory, but why did he just want her to come? What special importance to human kind was she? Well, come to think of it, that Charlie wasn't really anyone…special. In fact, he wasn't very special at all. He was just a nice little boy. Very poor, too. I remember his house, sitting over there in a far corner away from every other house. I'm not very rich, pretty, or anything. Maybe he just wants someone else to visit his factory. Maybe he's lonely. I sure am.

Rose decided that she'd visit his factory tomorrow. After all, who wouldn't, given an opportunity like that?

Sorry it was such a short chapter! I'm going to write more tonight. :D