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Chapter Six

Life has changed since that day in Wonka's factory. But for Violet Beauregarde, it seemed to only change for the better. Since she was squeezed in the juicing room at Wonka's factory, Violet had become more flexible than what was natural for any human being.

Though she was still tinged with blue and her mother's ego had been a little deflated since that day, but Violet was still competitive and strived to be the best in everything. She still wanted to be the world's best sports competitor.

The only thing that stood in her way now was her mother. Mrs. Beauregarde had spoke violently against competition, saying it was a frightful thing and that Violet needed to tone it down and do something sensible. But Violet didn't want to be sensible. People who played in professional sports got over one million dollars. They were rich before they even began. And that's what Violet wanted.

But there was one thing that Violet shied away from and that was gum. She hated gum with a passion now and it had to do with that horrible Willy Wonka. If that man hadn't tempted her with that piece of gum, Violet would still have her life. Her mother wouldn't be the way she was now.

And she hated it. Violet hated how her mother was competition-driven anymore. Now Mrs. Beauregarde had what she called a "sensible" job and was making decent money at it.

Violet shook her head. Things could be so strange and change at an instant.

"Violet? Where are you, honey? I'm home!" Mrs. Beauregarde called out.

Violet sighed. Now her mother expected her to run down the stairs, say how much she was glad her mother was home and then have a family dinner with her and exchange what they did with their day. Violet didn't really feel like doing that, but she got off her bed in which she was doing her makeup and ran down the stairs. Might as well get it over with.

"Hello, mom. How was your day today?" Violet asked, bored senseless with the routine.

Mrs. Beauregarde smiled brilliantly, making Violet sick. "Oh, I had an absolute fantastic day today, sweetums. I met a new man today and he is just so sweet and I know that you will like it."

Violet froze. A new man? Her mother met a new man? Violet's father had died when she was young, only seven years old at the time. They had been a family back then and they were all happy, an American dream. She and her mother didn't have the distortion of being over competitive back then. Well, her mother did a little when she was a child, but she had apparently grown out of it. But now Violet could see that her mother always had the competition, Violet's father had only protected his only child from such a life.

"How…nice," Violet managed out. But she knew it was really nice at all.

Mrs. Beauregarde smiled broadly. "Yes, isn't it wonderful? And maybe we can be a happy family again. Back when…back when daddy was still alive."

Violet glared. "Don't talk about dad to me, mother. He's been dead for years now and there's no going back. We might as well go foreword."

Mrs. Beauregarde frowned. "And what's that attitude for, young lady? I would suggest that you drop it or you'll find yourself grounded."

Violet spun around. "You don't even care, do you, mother? I don't want a new father. We were just fine without one before. Why not go on as we always did? Actually, none of this would have ever happened if we never went to Willy Wonka's factory. Why can't we go on the way it did before then?"

"Because I have realized that competition isn't the way to go now, Violet. Everything we do has consequences and I see that now. I want to have a happy life and I'm going to get it by marrying this man. And I know you'll be happy once you meet him to. And that's final," Mrs. Beauregarde said sternly.

"But mother—" Violet began.

"Don't 'but mother' me. This is the way of life now and I'm happy that Wonka's factory helped me see it," Mrs. Beauregarde exclaimed. "Now, come along, let's have some supper. And after that, we'll go out bowling or something."

Violet sighed. She could see no way around this.

Violet nodded. "As you wish, mother."

"Excellent. Let's go then," Mrs. Beauregarde grabbed Violet by the arm and dragged her to the kitchen.

As they left the hallway, Violet couldn't help but think that she needed to send a letter to Mr. Wonka saying how much she hated him for ruining her life.