Chapter 6- Mike's POV
Veruca never replied to my text. Weird. So I decided to go and find her. I walked all the way down to the Salt's mansion to find that the gates were open. So I went and rung the doorbell, still in the middle of playing a game of 'Fruit Ninja'. The new version of 'Fruit Ninja' sucks.
"Hello?" A man said. I looked up from my game and saw Mr and Mrs Salt glaring at me.
"Oh, um, hi." I replied, "I'm Veruca's friend. Do you think I could speak to her about the film project?"
They both looked at each other before looking at me.
"What's your name? You seem familiar." Mr Salt asked.
"I'm Mike Teavee." I replied, rolling my eyes.
Both of them gasped, before Mrs Salt nudged her husband, telling him to keep speaking.
"You were at the Wonka factory tour, weren't you? The little boy with the attitude, loved horrible video games, hated candy." Mr Salt said.
"Yeah, I was."
"Well. Um, don't take this the wrong way or anything," Mrs Salt said now, "We didn't think Veruca would make friends with... Your kind of people."
"My kind of people?"
"Nasty, rude, know-it-alls." Mr Salt said.
"Veruca doesn't live here anymore." Mrs Salt added, closing the door in my face.
What?
I walked off. If they weren't gonna be any help, I'd need to find someone else who would help me.
"Hey, you!" I yelled at a boy and his father walking by. They stopped walking and turned to face me.
"Yes?"
"Have you seen a girl with a gross old blue raincoat anywhere?"
"No... But we could help you find her."
"Alright then."
The boy was about seven and his father was already telling me something.
"I saw a girl in a blue raincoat yesterday night, at about eight-thirty. She was talking to some people. There was two men, one wearing black and the other wearing red, a tall blonde girl and a shorter brown-haired woman wearing a purple dress." He said.
"Where?" I asked, and the man pointed across the street to a dirty looking bar.
"Over there." The little boy added.
"Thanks." I said, crossing the street.
There was a loud bang, and a blue heeled shoe rolled out of an alley by the bar.
"Sorry, little boy." A voice said, as a crazily drunk brown-haired woman wearing a purple dress staggered out to get her shoe. She was blowing clouds of smoke everywhere. That dress seemed very familiar.
"Hey! Wait! Did you see a girl in a blue raincoat today?" I asked her. She laughed.
"You mean Ebola?" She replied, still laughing. I recognised the laugh.
"A girl in a blue raincoat." I said, trying to be patient.
"That way." She said, pointing across the street. I looked at her chipped red nail polish. I recognised the nail polish too.
She went to stagger back into the alley, before I stopped her again.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm MT." MT said. What a stupid name.
"I'm Mike." I replied, she stuck out a hand for me to shake.
"Ha! That's funny, I know a kid called Mike. Ha! Yeah... I have a son called Mike!" She giggled.
Then it all became clear to me.
"Mom!" I yelped, hugging her, then realising my mistake. Come on, I'm Mike Teavee and I DO NOT hug people.
"Mikey?!" She squealed, hugging me (strangling me) back.
"Come on, I gotta get you home." I said, helping her put her shoe back on and we walked down to the bus stop. I do have a car... But I crashed it two months ago in the University car park. Whoops.
She put her arm around me and staggered home laughing like a witch.
I can't believe it. My MOTHER!
Mothers do not go out, mothers do not have fun, and they especially don't go missing get drunk and name themselves MT!
(A/N: very short update, I haven't updated in AGES! I had exams, sorry, it's school holidays in Australia now so I'll be able to update more often. YAAAAY!)