Charlie and the chocolate factory fanfic

Ch 2 part eight

"Alright lets see who found it" Mr. Bucket said as I clicked on the tv.

"Ssshhh!" Mrs. Bucket hissed a the reporters voice filled the room.

"The third ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregard."

"Veruca. Can you spell that for us, please?" another reporter asked squeezing into the tight circle.

"V-E-R-U-C-A. Veruca Salt." The girl repiled with a huge smile on her face.
'I'd be smiling like that if Charlie found one...I just wish that I hadn't snuck into the factory when I has younger! This could blow Charlie's chance to win the prize. Oh well maybe he just won't remember me...that or I have to get out of going with Charlie.'

Mr. Salt smiled with his wife and daughter, and the reporters turned their attention and questions to him, "Mr. Salt, what was your first thought when yo u heard your daughter wanted to find a Golden Ticket?"

"As soon as my little Veruca told me that she had to have one of these Golden Tickets...I started buying all the Wonka bars I could lay my hands on! Thosands of them"

The reporters continued to look at him expectantly, Mr. Salt happily continued, " I'm in the nut business, you see. So I say to my workers: Morning, Ladies.  From now on, you can stop shelling peanuts-"

"All that money just for selling peanuts?" I asked looking at my mom.

"It's sounds like someone I would work for" Mr. Bucket said.

"But he's so snobby!  He probably underpays all his workers!" I complained.

"Shhhh!" Everyone hissed. "Beggars can't be choosers Skittles! " Mr. Bucket said as he turned his attention back to the tv.

"I was just saying" I muttered turning my attention as well back to the tv.

"My veruca got upset each day!" Mr. Salt said with a monotoned voice.

'Oh, the sadness and torture!' I thought rolling my eyes.

"And finally, I found her a ticket"

'Lucky her! I know let's throw a party for her! We'll sprinkle cabbage all over...from us poor folk to the rich snob!'  I sighed disgusted, I was glad it was over.

" She's worse than the fat boy!" Grandpa George grumbled. 

"That's not fair! She didn't find the ticket herself" Charlie complained.

"Life's not fair!" I joined in the pity party. "Don't worry about it you two. That man spoils his daughter. And no good ever comes from spoiling a child!" Grandpa Joe said smiling.

I smiled Grandpa Joe was right.

But I couldn't shake the fact the the people who didn't deserve it were finding the tickets and people like Charlie.

Who had been working since he was old enough and managing school was not able to find a ticket.

My thoughts slowly crept to Mr. Wonka, maybe I could get one from him, if not I could find another way to pay him back.

I slipped into bed tired, and my mind filled with Mr. Wonka, it was begining to get harder to keep him from my mind. Not good!