Charlie and Veruca were having lunch at an outdoor cafe. They then saw a girl, about their age, walking out of the nearby library. She was carrying a stack of books taller than her. Then a bunch of boys came and tripped her. One, probably the leader of the gang, said, "Hey Nerdella, what's with all the books? Don't you have a life?" She suddenly shed a tear. Charlie told Veruca, "We should help her." The two then got out of their seats and Charlie, the pacifist, said, "There's no need for violence. Can't you let this poor little girl go?" The bully said, "We're not listening to a loser in a purple clown outfit like that." Charlie had an outfit just like Mr. Wonka's, but he didn't know better.
Veruca may have turned over a new leaf, but she still had her spoilt brat skills. She yelled out like her formally bratty self did, "LISTEN YOU TWIT, DON'T TREAT THAT INNOCENT GIRL AND MY WONDERFUL BOYFRIEND LIKE DIRT, OR I'LL SCREAM!" Charlie was a bit scared, but the bully was more so. The bully didn't know which was scarier, the girl or her breath. "I'm outta here. Good luck with the rancid brat, clown suit." They then ran off. Veruca picked the girl up and Charlie grabbed all of her books. Veruca asked, "Are you all right?" She hoped up. "Yes, thank you. I would have been able to protect myself a year ago, but my...abilities...haven't been usable since. I thank the both of you for your chivalrous deed." This girl was both smart and polite. Both Charlie and Veruca wondered if she was the daughter of Michael Langan (the current smartest person in the world) and the Queen of England.
The three decided to have lunch together. They learned that this girl was so smart she was attending a higher class school for her age (Oxford). The girl said, "You have quite an unusual stench." Veruca was embarrassed. "Not that it matters. The two of you helped me and I couldn't thank you enough." "So are those books for college?" She replied, "No, they're for fun. I love the concept of reading. Many strange things happened in this world. I once read a book on a prince who was a spoilt brat. Eventually, they're kingdom was vanquished and he had to live in a garbage dump. The prince was so spoilt, that it matched the garbage. It was said that a person as spoiled as garbage surrounding them will bond with said garbage." Veruca thought that explained a lot.
This girl was also as imaginative as Charlie. Not with candy and inventions, but with stories. Veruca wondered if maybe this girl was a better match for Charlie. The girl caught on. She then had an idea. "Here's one story I will write on the spot."
"There once was a beautiful debutante and peasant boy. The peasant saw the debutante every night having wondrous parties. One day, the two got kidnapped. The father of the debutante spent everything he could trying to get his daughter back. During the kidnapping, the debutante treated the boy like dirt. She hated poor people and their lifestyle. Then police found the hideout and arrested the kidnappers. The peasant found wondrous treasures on the way out and took a hold of them. Eventually the two were free, but the girl was now a peasant because of how much her dad spent trying to save her. The peasant gave the treasures to his father, who sold them and became as rich as the girl formally was. The two were now just as distant, only now in an opposite way.
One day the peasant was wondering the town and recognized the girl who was working at a small time shop. She noticed the boy and apologized for how she treated him. He quickly forgave her and love bloomed. It proved that different worlds don't have to be apart. "
Charlie and Veruca loved the story. It made Veruca feel better. The three parted their ways. They then remembered they never introduced each other. "I'm Charlie." "I'm Veruca."
"I'm Matlida."