Summery: Christmas time comes around again and Charlie wants to get Willy a present he'd never forget. But has trouble on his search for 'the perfect gift'.

Note: Please ignore any possible spelling mistakes or errors.

Chapter 2

Sunlight tried to pull its way through the on coming clouds of winter and the autumn feeling was soon going to slip out of people's minds.

The light flew into the small classroom where young Charlie sat reading the book he was assigned to finish for the next two weeks school that was left. Though his eyes were concentrating on the words printed out on the dusty paper, his mind was focusing on what had happened last night.

He had stumbled around the Chocolate Room for half an hour, searching for any sign of his mentor. His mother had informed Willy the night before that they had a little surprise for him the next day, and they had spent most of the Sunday they had left searching for the perfect Birthday Cake for him; but in the end eventually Mrs. Bucket had decided she'd make a butterscotch one just for him.

Charlie's thoughts had habited him to look up from his book and at the black board where his teacher was writing down instructions after you finished the last chapter needed.

1: Copy a quote from the book and write a paragraph about how it influenced the story.

2: Don doesn't like to appear in public because he feels like a stranger to the world, if you could help him, how would you make him feel safe?

Deep inside Charlie was smiling, he felt as though the second question meant something.

Maybe he doesn't like surprises. Charlie thought to himself as he pretended to turn the next page and continue to read. Couldn't be. He's given me heaps of them, maybe he just plainly forgot.

Charlie still did feel slightly guilty for eating and finishing dinner while Willy wasn't there, the food in the oven had gotten cold very quickly even though his mother had put it up high enough so it wouldn't burn, and the cake was seriously burnt afterwards.

Trying to put that thought behind him, he took out his English book and started to write out the questions, his teacher spun around quickly to check everyone had gotten the idea that you could all stop reading and go on to the questions; he was quite pleased by the number of students in the grade who had already written the questions down and took two steps in Charlie's general direction. Suddenly the girl sitting in front to him put her hand up.

"Mr. Allen, when we finish this can we watch a movie, please?" She asked in a sweet voice. Mr. Allen bit his lip in thought, they had almost finished reading this book, but it wasn't on the school curriculum to do so.

Negative air spun around the room as everyone stopped writing and looked up at one another, exchanging looks and whispering and amongst each other. No one even glanced at Charlie, he had looked up, waiting for an answer; but that was about it, nothing more. He had always been the type of boy that never got noticed in class, he was either ignored when he had something to say or he didn't say anything at all, and sometimes this made him feel neglected. Some day he'd get his moment where people actually noticed him, but he didn't know it would come so quickly:

Charlie coughed lightly, and swallowed, then coughed louder and harder. The boy next to him shot him a glance before poking the person in front of him and asking the other boy something.

Mr. Allen opened his mouth to give the answer and everyone stopped talking and the noise immediately stopped; except for a choking noise coming from the left side of the room. He looked over to see what was wrong and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw the young brown haired boy in the middle row coughing and choking. Running quickly over to Charlie's aid, the students started talking and watching as the whole scene happened.

"Give him the Heimlich Maneuver!"

"He's just doing it for the attention."

"Take him to the Hospital!"

"He needs medical help."

Mr. Allen started to pat Charlie's back and gave him instructions, he was pretty sure by now that his lips were turning light blue. He bracing his right arm on the desk and one just under his chin, he tried to swallow, but with no avail. His teacher slowed down on patting his back and looked up.

"Sophie! Go get Ms. Hicks!" A petite Asian girl quickly got off her seat and ran out the door, her fast footsteps had attracted a crowd of older students and teachers who were also trying now to help. Once Sophie returned minutes later with Ms. Hicks, the school nurse, a bigger crowd of students and teachers ranging from kinder to grade 6 were all watching with mild curiosity.

Ms. Hicks maneuvered her way along the sea of students and teachers till she reached Charlie, she bent down to his level and started to instruct what to do.

"OK, Charlie. I want you to take a deep breath and swallow."

He leaned back and opened his mouth slowly and then clamped it shut, before swallowing; ever so slowly his lips became a rosy pink and he was able to breathe again. But got the after effects of choking and felt very dizzy.

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Charlie's book bag swung over his right shoulder and he looked down in embarrassment, watching his feet hoping no one would notice him. Today had been the worst day of his life, he had started choking on his own saliva and it caused almost the whole school to panic. He could understand how the other kids could have been so curious, but how come the teachers didn't do anything?

"Get your Christmas decorations and presents here! Everything for the Christmas season is right here!"

Charlie stopped and looked up across the road, giving a half smile at the man who was yelling out the prices of their products at the top of his lungs, trying to attract customers. Christmas was only two weeks away, his parents had been talking about it for the last three or so weeks now and it made him more and more excited by the day.

It was a time of giving and celebrating, the only thing he'd celebrated during Christmas in the past was getting knitted sweaters his grandparents had been working on through the year, but he'd never had the food before, and never decorated a tree before with pretty colored balls and bells and tinsel; he had never given a present to anyone of his family or friends.

Though he did share most presents or items he got with his family, he had never properly given any of them a present before; he just didn't have the money to. And now Willy had to be included, so that was even more thought put in his mind, but it was final, he was going to get his family Christmas presents this year, and even if Willy 'just so happened' to not appear for Christmas as he did his Birthday; He would be receiving a special gift from Charlie.

A/T: Did my homework today during English class today while reading 'The cat ate my Gymsuit'. That Willy Wonka was born in the mid 60s and is around 39 years old, so you do the math. I'm trying to finish this fic either just after Xmas or after New Years, just depends on how busy and how lazy I am. Read & Review and so on etc. etc…