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Willy

I walked slowly back to the factory. To tell the truth, I'm worried about Wendy. I've never let her on her own before. I think she's old enough though.

I entered the factory, and went to the nearest elevator door I could find. I pressed the 'find elevator' button, and the elevator came right up to me. I walked into it, and pressed, 'parlor'. It came up to the hair parlor, and the oompa-loompa, Fred, stood there smiling, and was ready to cut my hair. I smiled back and hand signaled him, "How are you today?"

He signaled back, "I'm fine, you?"

"Good, good."

He looked around to see if anyone was behind me. "Where's Wendy? She's usually with you."

I looked away, "She started public school today. She'll be back around 2:30. Anyway, let's get started."

Fred smiled, "Be my guest!"

I sat down in the chair, and he put the cover over my shoulders, he wetted my hair, got his scissors, and started cutting. I could feel some of the hair fall onto the cover. Fred hummed, while cutting. He stopped to see if I liked it, and I put the mirror up to my face. I saw something on my sleeve. I raised my eyebrow at the sight. It was a hair. I picked it up, it was silver. My heart dropped. No, I thought, that can't be from me.

I turned around to Fred and signaled, "Do you have silver hairs?"

"No Mr. Wonka. I have brown hair. Though, I would like some yellow hair, maybe blue, no, red…"

I turned back around, and I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes, mom leaving, no candy, runaway, Cherry Street, factory opening, India, spies, factory closing, Winston dying, Wendy, Loompa-Land, factory re-opening, Wendy going to public school, the factory…

I turned back around to Fred, and he was still wondering what color hair he should have. "Purple would look nice, maybe a lighter blond, no, orange would match the suits. You know, I like green…"

"Fred,"

He snapped out of it. "Sorry, I was so interested in the colors…"

"It's okay," I signaled, "Um, you don't think I'm getting old do you?"

"Old?" He laughed, "I'm sorry Mr.Wonka, but you're not old at all."

"Are you all done cutting my hair?"

"Yes sir."

I got up from the chair. "Thank you very much. I will pay you your cocoa beans later. I need to go talk to Doris."

"See ya."

I entered Doris' office, and she looked up and smiled, "How are you today Mr.Wonka?"

I sat cross-legged in front of her and signaled, "Well, I came here to ask you a question."

She put on a serious face, "Oh, well, I'm here. I won't tell anyone. Go ahead."

I leaned in closer to her, "Do you think I'm old?"

As Fred did, she laughed. I didn't understand what was so funny.

"Sweetheart, you're not old. I don't want you thinking that. You've still got a while to go." She smiled sweetly and went back to work. I stood up.

"Thanks Doris. Hopefully I'll feel better soon."

"I hope you do to," She signaled.

I went back into the elevator and went back home.


Wendy

There was a loud BANG! as I ran into the door. I stumbled backwards, and fell to the ground.

Inside the classroom I heard,

"What was that!"

"Was it a bird?" – "There aren't any birds in this school you idiot."

"Charlie go see what happened."

"Yes sir."

The door in front of me opened and a blurred man and boy hovered over me. My top hat was on the floor next to me and my cane was out of reach. My book bag was under me.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked me.

"Yeah…"I managed to mumble out.

The man looked over to the boy, "Help me get her up."

I felt hands reach underneath my shoulder blades, and they lifted me up to my feet in a breeze. I was dizzy. I couldn't see anything. I felt my top hat being put back on my head, and my cane being put into my hand. I put pressure onto my cane and I stood up on my own. The hallway stopped spinning, and I could see straight.

I sighed, "Okay, I good now, Thanks."

The man said, "Can I help you? Where are you off to?"

I pointed inside the classroom, "I'm going inside there."

"Oh, that's my room, I'm Mr. Newben. What do you need in there?"

"I'm your new student." I said miserably.

"How wonderful!" Mr.Newben exclaimed. "Come right in."

He walked me inside the classroom; the faces of the small class watched me. The boy who helped me went back to his seat. I turned to face the class as Mr.Newben did. I scanned the faces of the small class; they looked nice, not in any bad way.

Mr.Newben put his arm around my shoulder, and started talking, but I pulled away from him quick. "Class, this is our new student, Wendy Wonka."

The class gasped, then they all started to whisper to one another. I was confused, "What? Why is every one whispering?" Even the teacher was getting excited. When everybody quieted down, Mr.Newben asked me, "Are you related to Willy Wonka?"

I paused for a minute. The entire class was on the edge of their seats waiting for an answer. I slowly said, "Yeah, why?"

Then everybody was going crazy. Talk, talk, talk. That's all they did. It was quite annoying.

It was about five minutes I was standing up there, as stiff as a stone, while everyone talked.

Then the questions where shot at me.

"Why did you run into the door?"---It's a bad habit.

"How are you related to Mr.Wonka?"---He's my uncle.

"Who are your workers?"---Can't tell ya.

"What's your favorite candy?"---Are you kidding? I can't have a favorite candy; It'll make the other candies jealous.

Mr.Newben got into the middle of all of this by screaming, "Hey! Hey! Quite down. Let's let Wendy tell us about herself."

He gestured for me to talk, so I did.

"Well, I live in the biggest chocolate factory in the world, I live with my uncle Willy, or to you known as Willy Wonka. I have no siblings, just my uncle Willy. I do not know what happened to my parents. For my entire life now I have been home-schooled by my workers. I make candy as well; my uncle is not the only one who makes the candy you know. I do not like to be touched,"

I took a step away from the teacher.

"I have only been outside the factory twice, which was the mall and here, otherwise I'm inside the factory. I wear a vest underneath my coat, black pants a top hat, I walk around with a cane, even though I am not disabled. I wear purple gloves, I am a germaphobe. I wear a different color coat everyday, I have brown hair, purple eyes, I have perfect teeth, pale skin, and I am skinny."

As a finished the class gasped again. I was pretending to be nice, I wasn't in a good mood, and my head still hurts.

"Any more questions?"

Here they come…

"Who brought you to school?"---Uncle Willy.

"Is it possible to have purple eyes?"—Well, yeah. I do. Don't I?

"What does Mr.Wonka look like?---Just like me, only I look more like a 'girl'.

"Do you like being related to Willy Wonka?"---Yeah, but I don't know what's so special about that?

Finally all the questions where over and I was ready to fall on the floor again.

I needed to sit down. "Mr.Newben? Where do I sit?"

He looked for an open seat. "You can go sit over there next to Charlie."

I looked at the boy who was supposedly named 'Charlie.'

He was the boy who helped me up. I went back and sat down. I threw my book bag over the back of the chair as Mr.Newben started talking.

"Okay, class. I have to get started on these papers, um, you know where the games are, because I am giving you the last half hour of our first day of school to you. Keep it quite, and class, please leave Wendy alone. It's her first day, so leave her alone. Don't crowd around her."

He sat down at his desk, and everybody started moving around and talking.

Charlie turned to me. "Hi, I'm Charlie Bucket. Pleasure to meet you."

I smiled, "Pleasure to meet you too."

We talked for a while, then eventually formed a friendship.

"Wendy, you know where I live don't you?"

"No, Charlie I don't."

"Well, It's the smallest house directly down the street from the factory."

"Okay, I'll find it."

But before we left Mr.Newben had an announcement, "Have a good day class. And be careful of that thunderstorm, I hear there's gonna be a big one."

The bell rang and Charlie and I walked out of the classroom together. Charlie went to his locker, and pulled out his stuff. I leaned against the locker that was next to his, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a blond girl, have black streaks in her hair, Capri's on, a tang top, flip flops, and freckles on her face.

"Get out of my way." She said brutally.

I quickly moved out of her way.

Charlie finished up his locker business, and we walked out of the school to find a whole bunch of kids crowded around the glass elevator. I ran over to the crowd of kids and pushed my way through, I put my back to the doors and told the kids to back away about 20 feet, and they did so.

I opened the elevator and pushed the home button. The doors closed and made a ding! noise.

The elevator lifted of the ground and into the air. I looked down and saw Charlie walking home. His head was down and he was walking very slowly. I felt bad for him. I just completely left him.


I got back to the home area, to find no one was there. I looked around to find at least uncle Willy or an oompa-loompa. But I found nobody.

What I did find was that the bathroom door was shut, and the light was on.

I knocked on the door. "Who's there?" Uncle Willy was in there.

"Wendy."

I heard shuffling around, "Oh! Wendy! Oh my dear, I'm so sorry! I'm here. I'm here."

He opened the door and there he stood, coat and hat off, looking quite shocked.

I made a half smile and held my arms out, "I'm back."

"I can see that."

There was an awkward pause. I broke the silence, "What are you doing in there?"

"I'll explain later, let's go to the inventing room."

He put on his coat and hat, and we left to the inventing room.

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