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Everyone packed up their things and we were out of the cold within an hour or so. The house was quickly moved into a beautiful room with everything made of food and was literally "eatable" as Mr. Wonka put it. I stared around and almost cried when we entered the factory, it looked almost exactly the same.
Helen and Noah were walking around hand in hand talking to the Oompa Loompas (so sorry if I spelled that wrong) The Oompa Loompas were tiny little guys who all looked the same. They walked around happily some of them even snacking on coco beans. Charlie was over talking to Mr. Wonka. They walked over to me and Charlie smiled.
"Emily we decided, since the house is so small, you could have one of the spare rooms," Charlie said. I smiled.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed happily. Mr. Wonka smiled at me.
"We have to show you your room," He started to walk down a hall. I picked up my bag and ran after him. He pushed a button and the glass elevator whooshed to us. "Let's boogie!" I stepped in next to him and he pushed another button. The elevator took off. I smacked against the side of it, but Mr. Wonka just stood there.
"Oww," I groaned rubbing my jaw. He looked over at me.
"Do you chew gum?" He asked. I nodded. "That's why the glass is cracked; you chew gum all day and your jaw gets stronger. So strong it broke the glass!" He laughed. I smiled.
"Is it bleeding?"
"The glass no," He laughed weird, like he used to. "Your face is though," He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. His dark maroon coat matched his wide top hat. His shoes were still the personally made with two W's on them. I looked up at his hat.
"Do you still never take that off?" I asked. He looked over at me and was frowning. Suddenly the elevator stopped and fell into him. He caught me and set me upright. I grabbed my bags and followed him down a white hallway.
"I think you'll like your room," He said. He took out a large ring with a whole bunch of keys.
"Oh god!" I exclaimed. He started with the first one.
"No not that one," He moved on. Several keys later he found it. He took it off the ring and gave it to me. "Here you are Emily." He opened the door and I gasped.
The walls were a silvery-gray and the carpet was black. The window paneling was silver along with the doors. The dresser was a light silver with white specks. The desk and rolly-spinny chair were black with white knobs and silver legs. The bed paneling was silver and the blankets were dark blue, white, and silver. I flopped on the bed, it was so soft. "Wow," was all I could say.
"You like it then?" Mr. Wonka asked.
"It's perfect. Thank you Mr. Wonka," He seemed to be taken aback.
"You called me Mr. Wonka!" He exclaimed. I raised my eyebrows.
"Do you not want me to call you that?" I asked.
"No, its just that… out of all the people to come here you were the last person I'd expect to call me that," He said quietly. I was confused.
"Why?" He stared at the floor. His eyes darted from side to side and his pale cheeks were turning red. I was becoming nervous; he looked like he was going to throw up. "I… umm… thought that… you liked me… so when you were working here… I liked you. And I think I still do."
Sorry I have to end it! Lol happy thanksgiving-eat till you are full, then have dessert. Or as my sister says mashed potatoes to all and for all pants too tight!