Ok, the next chapter! Yay! I just want to make a few more thanks to everyone who has reviewed. Also I just want to answer a few questions. Vicangel : Thanks for the review, but what I'm about to say is really weird. Let me put it this way, Willy Wonka has discovered that his sweets don't let him age, so he's still about 35, instead of fifty, kay? Cool! Sorry it has taken so long! Inspiration is not a thing to waste and takes time to get it!

Chapter 3

I sighed and followed them all into factory. The women were both being giggly, and gossipy. The snickered and pointed at me as they whispered. I could tell they were making fun of my attire, but I really didn't give a damn. They walked arm in arm, which was so very familiar to me…Just like in my father's story. I looked behind me to see the guys. They were silent and just continued to follow behind us. This factory used to be home…but now, it felt so unfriendly around these snobs and that 'genius' Willy Wonka.

I glanced around. The walls were still shiny steel and the thin red carpet still looked as new as the days when I still had lived in the factory. How it stayed so clean, I still never knew. The Oompa Loompas had never been seen cleaning, so maybe that is what Wonka had done on his off days…Just the thought of Willy Wonka in dirty overalls, a pink apron, a bandana tied around his purplish hair, and him tripping over a vacuum cleaner and spilling cleaning supplies was enough to make me chuckle out loud. The snobs stopped and stared at me. I simply stared back at them and that made them continue on. They stopped at the end of the red carpet.

Wonka smirked. "I am glad to see you all could come. You all look like your parents and it is very amazing to see these faces back in the factory again." Wonka walked over to a glass door and pressed a button on the wall. The glass doors opened. It was the elevator! He had fixed it since I had last been here. I had broken it last time I was here…I had pressed on of the buttons a bit too hard…and well…it went wacko, nearly setting the factory on fire…But I was only ten at the time, and I didn't get in too much trouble. I watched and waited for him to signal for us to get on the elevator. Using to fingers, he motioned for us to come forward.

The two women pushed each other and shoved to get in. The guys didn't seem too thrilled to be shoved in an elevator. I slowly made my way in without a problem until Augustus's son shifted to one side and his huge butt shoved me into Wonka, landing me right in his arms. I got up quickly and shoved him back making the four end up in one corner. I didn't think they were going to mess with me again. I smirked and stood against a corner away from them.

Wonka said nothing and kept his annoying smirk plastered on his face. He pressed on of the buttons and the doors slammed shut. The elevator jerked to the right and moved to the right and then shot up into the air. The snobs looked sick as the elevator moved, but Wonka and I seemed fine. I honestly thought roller coasters were worse, but then again, what did I know?

The elevator slowly stopped. The four snobs fell over on to the floor as it stopped. I smirked and got out as the doors opened. The four struggled to untangle themselves from the others. They yelled and hit each other in the process. I just smirked, amused at their stupidity. Apparently Wonka thought it was funny too…He continued smirking, and followed me out of the elevator. "Come now. We have much to do, and such little time. Get up already."

Quickly they got up, and brushed themselves off. I sighed and waited for them to get themselves together. Wonka still kept his annoying smirk on. I glanced around the hall we were in. It was the old wing where my family and I used to sleep in. We only used the old house for special occasions, but normally we stayed in the family wing. I studied the pictures on the wooden walls. There were plenty of pictures of my father and mother, along with my grandparents and my great grandparents. There were even a few of me when I was much younger…and for some reason, there was one of me that couldn't have been taken more than a year ago…But how? I hadn't seen this man in over ten years. Had he been stalking me?

The snobs had also been looking at the pictures. They snickered at what my family looked like. Poor. I frowned. What was wrong with being poor and wearing the same clothes more than once a month? I rolled my eyes and saw Wonka gesture to different rooms. "I would like Veruca to go to the purple room. Augustus Jr. to go to brown room, Mark, you go to the black room, Azura, you go to the blue room and of course forgetting my dear Kara, you go the peppermint room, your old room."

I could only imagine what he had in store for me. I simply shrugged and opened the door that read 'Kara's Room' on the front. It was painted red and white, like a peppermint to make the walls inside. I opened the door, looking in. The room hadn't changed since I left, years ago. A queen size bed lay to the side of the room. It still had its white lace curtains around the mattress, and the mattress was still covered with the red and white sheets and matching comforter and pillows, all made of velvet. The bedposts were painted like peppermint sticks. The floor was completely white with two little red rugs on the two sides of the bed and a large carpet near the window that from it, one could see the whole factory courtyard.

I flopped on to my bed. I missed this bed. I hadn't been in a comfortable bed in the longest time. I usually slept on the floor in my small apartment. I didn't really even have furniture there. I lay there, relaxing and staring at the ceiling. I inhaled the smell if the room. Ah…Peppermint. Just like before.

I smiled slightly, and turned over to see a small red box lying on the pillow. A white envelope lay next to it with cursive letters reading 'Kara' on the front. I sighed and picked it up, opening it slowly. I read it over slowly, not really wanting to read it.

Kara,

Welcome back to the factory. I hope you enjoy your stay. I left you mint chocolate like you always have liked when you were young. I hope you do not have this evening. I would like you to join me for dinner. The other guests will be taking their dinners in their rooms, so we will not be disturbed. Hope to see you soon.

-Willy

I laid the letter on the dresser next to my bed. I opened the box of chocolates, and looked in on them not touching them. Who knew what he might have done to them? I shrugged to myself and closed the box. I placed it on the dresser as well. I just sighed, laying back. I closed my eyes and relaxed. But then suddenly, something grabbed me from behind!

Okay, I hate to leave it here, but I have to start figuring out the next chapter and I have a play to write, so this is it for now.