Veruca was walking down the street in her favorite set of clothes: Baby Seal coat (clubbed and tickled pink), tutu, and ballet slippers. She would pass by a flower stand (they all wilted when she came near by), look at the birds above her (they all dropped either unconscious or dead) and stopped by a fruit stand. She picked up a delicious cherry, but it suddenly grew rotten. Well, she didn't care. Despite how she was repulsive and not liked by anyone, (even with her new leaf) she was happy. She then bumped in to a woman. She was incredibly fat, had dirty blonde hair and giant hideous lips.
"Watch where you're going you little brat!" She said in a familiar voice. She turned around to see someone who looked like her mother, but in ragged clothes. "Mommy!" The woman suddenly regret what she said to the girl. "Veruca, my wonderful little..." She came in for a hug but then backed away. She loved her daughter but hated that horrible stench. "I've missed you since you ran away!"
Later the two were at a little cafe. This was the first time she'd been to an actual restaurant in a while. The waitress was calling for the orders 10 feet away. She didn't want to get too close to the trash bag of a girl. "So how come you are wearing those clothes?" Veruca asked her mother. She responded, "I don't have a lot of options. I had to sell the others." Veruca was surprised, "How come." "Eventually they had to shut down the nut factory. Your father just being there with all the garbage DNA contaminated every last peanut. And he hasn't attended any important meetings due to his horrid smell. Its so horrible I never slept with him since your little factory trip." So her parents were broke and the penniless Buckets were owners of the biggest factory in the world. Oh how time had changed them all.
"So what have you've been doing since you left home. I don't blame you actually. For some reason that trip to the factory made him go insane." Veruca was concerned for her father. This would explain why he treated her horribly. "How come?" "The psychiatrist never figured it out. Maybe it was a phobia of squirrels he somehow gained, maybe it was his new strand of DNA (whatever that is), maybe it was fear of his reputation. But don't worry little angel. Your dad's doing wonderful in the Insane Asylum."
"Don't call me your little angel please. I'm practically a demon in a little girls body." She still hadn't accepted herself. She then added, "And why aren't you scarred for Daddy?" "Oh, honey. We only loved him for his money anyway. Why else would someone as young as me marry that old bastard. Sure you came out of it, but still. I don't know why you've been putting yourself down so much for the last year." Veruca was a bit ashamed of her mother. She may have used to like him for just the money, and now he was horrible to his daughter. But they both should have loved him back then anyways.
Angina then said, "So how has life been for you in this crummy city." "I've been living with the Buckets. The peasants whose son got the last golden ticket." She was disgraced, "Don't worry my love. We'll go over there and teach them a lesson. We may be peasents now, but they won't have to bug you anymore." "Yeah, but..." "You'll take me to their house and I'll help you get out." "Yeah but.." "It's the least I could do." Veruca always was distant from her mother. The pig-headed woman couldn't listen to someone if she wanted to.
They started walking (Angina insisted on 5 feet between them) until they walked to a big factory. "My angel, why have we stopped her? Is the smell getting to you?" She explained what happened. "So those horrible Buckets are keeping you as their slave!" Veruca face-palmed herself. Angina walked straight through the gate looking for the man Veruca said was in charge, Charlie Bucket. As they were walking, Veruca wondered why so many people in her family were named after diseases. There was her mother, her cousin, her aunt, and even herself. All the names sounded beautiful unless you knew what they actually meant.
"Where's the little cell they keep you in." She showed her to the bedroom. "Isn't it wonderful! It's my favorite color, I can practice ballet, and there's this wonderful music box Charlie gave me." In that moment Veruca wondered something. Maybe she still was a bad nut. Charlie did seem to spoil her a bit.
"Oh Veruca, they're just making it lovely to make sure you stay!" She then dragged Veruca around until they saw Charlie. "Are you the pathetic boy who's been keeping an angel hostage for a year?" Charlie responded, "No, why?" "You have too, slave-driving my precious little Veruca. She may be grotesque but your awful for making her you slave." Veruca couldn't handle this much longer. "Enough! Mother if you listened to me for once you'd know I'm happy here. Charlie is the closest thing I have to family that cares for me, I like working at this factory and I'm not an angel. I'm a wretch as horrible as our name. I feel like I'm still a spoiled brat and I'm lucky to have someone actually brave enough to let me stay!" Charlie comforted her, "Veruca, you're not a wretch. I only gave you all those possessions because each one was when you helped me. You gave me great ideas, gave me comfort and I could share moments with you. They were rewards. And I'm glad you're with me." He pulled her into a kiss. The kiss was kind, affectionate, and had curdled milk go down Charlie's throat.
"Seducing my daughter as well and making her believe she's not a slave! I'll contact my lawyers. You'll see." And she left. The fat skunk forgot that she was broke. The two lovers however were happy to have each other to support them.