Hi everybody! Thanx for the reviews! Im soooo glad u like it! I can't say much today so without any further ado...the story...
Much later on the plane.
Wendy opened an eye and looked around. She had been awoken by the stewardess announcing they were landing. She yawned and fastened her seatbelt. She popped the stupid tray into the upright position and sighed. The sun was just rising after there very long flight. The stewardesses were all very preppy and happy. The smiled as they made there way to the front of the plane. 1 imparticular stopped in front of her.
"Good morning!" she said happily.
Wendy flicked her off.
The woman looked very hurt and offended and took off whispering and looking her way as she told another perky friend about her. Wendy sighed as they disappeared around the corner. The plane dived onto the ground and sooner then later there was a mad rush to get off. Wendy grabbed her carry on messenger bag and shoved her way through the mob. There were angry moaning as she elbowed her way to the front and hopped off into the terminal. People mobbed around everywhere. Talking and laughing. Especially the terminal next to her because it was going to Disney world in France. Little kids who had been brainwashed into the whole Mickey mouse thing were giggling and singing disney songs at the top of there little lungs. Wendy sighed as she searched for her luggage that went around and around on the carousel. She waited and waited and waited but no bag of hers showed up. Wendy tapped her foot impatiently as the same bright pink gucci bag went by again.
"Excuse me." Wendy said to a man next to her. "Did you see a black bag go by? It has a big patch that says "JuSt2aNnOyU" on it?"
The man laughed.
"What's so funny?" she crossed her arms and stared at him.
"Ice cream!" he said lifting a finger into the air and grinning broadly.
"WHAT!"
Suddenly an equally giggly and smiley woman came up behind him.
"I sorry!" she chimed. "He no speak english! All he say is Ice cream and yogurt!"
"Whatever does he know what "screw you" means?"
They both laughed harder.
"Thank you!" the woman said. "Goodbye!"
"Yogurt!" the man bellowed.
Wendy went to the costumer help desk very confused. She waited behind a loud girl on her cell.
"But daddy!" the girl whined. "The stupid people lost my gucci bag! Whatever will I do in New York without MY GUCCI? Daddy I want 1. Now. Send it air mail to the hotel. The ritz is it? Yes then send me 1 in every color so it can match my moods and outfits and such. Can't clash now can we?" she laughed. "Well I'll see you in a week daddy."
She hung up and went to the next available place in line.
"Yes I'm Veruca Salt?" she said placing her hands on the desk in front of her and flashing a phony smile. "You idiots...I mean fine people lost my gucci bag. It's bright pink with silver buckles on it. It has a heart shaped key chain on the front zipper. In it is my Louis Vaton wallet with over 5,000 us dollars in it? And a check book with cute kittens in the back of them? Yes and my nail file...it's pink...and my make up. ALL channel brand. My bag's probably worth more then you are so I need it back before my flight to new york in 20 minutes..."
The man blinked slowly at her.
"Did you check the carousel?" he asked. "Most lost stuff ends up there."
"I did." she said picking up a limp black lump next to her. "All I found was...this disgusting thing..."
It was a travel worn black bag with a large badly sown patch on the front. Wendy joined her in the front of the line.
"That's mine!" she snapped grabbing the bag from Veruca's hand. "This thing must be yours. Don' worry I didn' jack yer cash."
"Jack?" she asked checking through her stuff. "You americans and your slang. Trash the lot of you."
The guy behind the desk called for the next person in line and Wendy sulked away to the front part of the airport. She scanned the crowd for any sign of somebody picking her up and taking her to the factory but nobody was there. Until she saw a boy. He was dressed badly and looked dirt poor. He looked worse then she did and that was saying something. He had a sign that said "Wendy Torres" on it in big pink letters. Wendy shifted her bag from hand to hand and went over to him.
"Hi." he said cheerfully placing the sign on the floor. "You must be Wendy hm?"
"No I'm a thief." she said flatly. "Gimme all your cash!"
The boy's face changed to confusion as he reached in his pocket.
"I was kidding!" she yelled putting out her hands to stop him. "Yeah I'm Wendy. Are you...Willy Wonka?"
The boy laughed and tucked the sign under his arm.
"No I'm Charlie Bucket. I was sent by Mr. Wonka to bring you to the factory."
"Oh. You driving?"
He laughed again.
"You're funny." he said as he sighed happily. "But no. The driver he did is. I just came in to get you. Now come on!"
He led her outside. The cool air hit her not well covered body. She had on a thin long sleeved shirt and a baggy cheap pair of sweat pants. They weren't built for cool weather. She wore them everywhere in San Francisco so they couldn't keep her that warm. They went up to a cab where Charlie took her bags and put them in the trunk. He was a skinny kid but he was pretty strong. they went in the cab and the driver pulled away. There was an uncomfortable silence in the car. Like when you met somebody new and have absolutely nothing to talk about. Charlie moved up and down in his seat as Wendy twiddled her thumbs. The black fishnet gloves pulled at her fingers. They had become tight over the past year but she couldn't afford new ones so they'd have to do. Charlie cleared his throat.
"So wendy?" he asked. "I see you like black?"
"Yup."
'What other colors do you like?"
"Black."
"I know. But what else?"
"Nothing. Just black."
"Not pink or yellow or purple or ..."
"...Just. Black."
"Oh." he thought for a moment. "I like blue."
"That's cool."
More silence.
"So how do you know Mr. Wonka?" she asked feeling bad for the kid's failed efforts. "You his son or something?"
Charlie laughed.
"No!" he said with a wave of his hand. "I'm kinda like his apprentice. I come to the factory every day and help him think up new ideas. Then when the day comes he leaves or dies or something I get the factory."
"Cool."
"Do you like chocolate?"
"Hmm?"
But before he could repeate the question they pulled up to a pair of snowy iron gates. Charlie gasped in surprise then laughed under his breathe.
"Oh we're here." he said.
They got out and the cab took off. Wendy stared at the building she had only seen in pictures.
"Welcome." Charlie said dropping her bags at her feet. "To The Wonka factory!"
...well that's all for now folks! Please r+r! (read and review!) : Well keep reading! I gotta go write! Until next time!