Here is another chapter of my lovely Willy Wonka fic. Let me just recognize the first four people who reviewed my story:

Galasriniel : I'm glad you liked it. Hope you keep reading.

Vampirehelsing: Hence, I said, Did Willy Wonka really kill them? Only I know! But I like your idea too, hmm, what should I do?

Kill Mary Sue : Points and laughs at stupid person Hehehe, you're weird. You're even weirder than Mr. Salt. But hey, atleast I have a story and a name and fans. Are you so weird by nature or is it just that you pull these up for stories that actually have something to look at. P S, next time leave your name or e-mail so maybe you can help make my story better if you hate it so much.

Willy Wonka's Woman : I'm glad you like the story, Yea, death by chocolate and I actually made that up. But as I said, Did Willy Wonka really kill them?

Chapter 2

I made my way down the street with my large, old suitcase. The street was snow covered, as my father had described as the same day he had went with his grandfather to the factory the first time. A large crowd was gathered in the middle of town. Oh, god, this seemed too familiar. It was like history was repeating itself all over again.

As I got closer, I could see that the crowd was crowded around the gate of the factory. The crowd paid no attention to me, easing my way towards the back entrance. Four people were already in the gate. Two men, two women all dressed in fancy coats. They all had more than one suitcase near them. I slowly went over to them, taking my suit case with me. It seemed that they had really taken after their parents.

Veruca's daughter looked exactly as my father described Veruca, as did Violet's daughter, except her skin was not dark blue but a very light blue that was almost white. Both women were probably not a day over 19, maybe younger. Then there was a large fat man who looked exactly like his father Augustus, only he had a large moustache that looked like it was about to crawl off his face and run away. And finally there was a young man with all the hair sticking up on his head and looked like he hadn't let go of a game controller in years, and bags under hid eyes. This was Mikey's son.

As soon as I was within a foot of the group, they had given me the icy stare, as if I was too close. I just glared back and kicked snow in there faces. That really pissed them off, and just glared some more. Just great! I'm stuck with a bunch of lowdown snobs from the rich area!

It was just then, when the PA had announced "Please go up to the garage like doors in the front of the building." I easily picked up my suitcase and moved up, while the rest of the rich snobs struggled with their have suitcases. I sniggered to myself, watching them, so pathetically try to move all two dozen suit cases.

The voice in the PA sighed. "Please leave your suitcases at the front gate. Please come up to the garage doors."

I dropped my suitcase where it was. The others struggled along, trying to sneak a suitcase or two, but at the last second decided to leave them and came up next to me. Veruca's daughter gave me the false friendly smile, then turned away. Violet's daughter just looked at me with an evil grin, and turned the other way that Veruca's daughter wasn't facing.

The garage doors slowly opened. A bunch of short, old singing dummies sang from inside the room. The smell of burning rubber made its way inside my nose. I could tell the other's could smell it too, because they where complaining of an awful smell and holding their noses with there fingers. The singing dummies started on fire. Veruca's daughter and Violet's daughter hugged each other close and stared screaming. Augustus's son covered his mustache and cowered in fear. Mike's son just stared at it like a pyromaniac. I just watched them all in amusement. Funnily enough, the flames died down a few seconds later.

"Well, wasn't that a lovely display?" A voice came from where Mike's son was. A pale man with very gaudy clothes of different shads of maroon stood by Mike's son's side. Heck, even the guy's hair was maroon. I knew who this one was. Willy Wonka.

"Who are you?" Violet's daughter snapped her gum. Veruca's daughter crossed her arms, pouting. The guys just looked at him, strangely.

"Why, you don't know who I am?" The snobs shook their heads, making the rocks bounce in them. I snickered, but everyone ignored me. Wonka pulled his cards out of his pocket. God, this seemed familiar.

"My name is Willy Wonka and welcome to my factory of wonder, mystery, candy and chocolate. I have welcomed you all to a few days of enjoyment on my behalf." He smiled this weird smile that made me feel like I had to barf.

"Well, I want to get out this snow. It's killing my complexion!" Veruca's daughter complained.

"Well, of course. Come on it, then…" Wonka motioned with his arms, as if to welcome them into the factory. I sighed as I watched the snobs make their way in. I also made my way in, Wonka seeming to stare at me, as if he didn't recognize me. Then he grabbed my shoulder as I was about to go in. He stopped me there, and gave a grin that really seemed to big for his face.

"Welcome back to the factory, Kara. Enjoy your stay."

Too tired to write anymore. I'll do another chapter in a week or so, but for now just give any suggestions you like…