You stroll down the deserted street happily, despite not finding a job. It was Charlie's birthday tomorrow, and you were looking forward to the smile on his face when he receives his presents. Suddenly, a small hand grabbed yours, forcing you into a run to keep up. A little boy of about 12, with a mop of blond, curly hair led you back to your house, sprinting all the way.
"Woah Charlie! With speeds like that you could make the school running team!" He looked up and grinned. You smiled softly and walked into the draughty house.
"We're home!" He announced, immediately walking over to Grandpa Joe and eyeing the cabbage soup with sorrow.
"I'm fed up with cabbage water. It's not enough!" He pulled out a loaf of bread from his bag." How about this?"
Everyone gasped, amazed at the amount of food.
"Where did you get that?" His mother asked, obviously suspicious
"It doesn't matter where he got it, all that matters is he got it!" Grandpa Joe replied
"It's his first payday today!" You mentioned swiftly, stopping the incoming argument. Charlie nodded in agreement and mouthed a " thank you" to you. You knew he hadn't stolen, but his mother was too paranoid not to notice that.
"We'll have a real banquet!" she said, still wary of the origins of the bread.
------------------the same time, next day--------------------
You all gathered around and shouted "Happy birthday Charlie!". He grinned and took the first present from his mother. The paper ripped off easily, and a long, red scarf tumbled out. Quickly putting it around his neck, He thanked his mother, Grandma Georgina and Grandma Josephine. I pulled out a smallish package, and his eyes glimmered.
"This one is from Grandpa George, Grandpa Joe, and me." you said as he pulled the Wonka Bar out of it's wrapping. Tearing it in half, he offered it around, but no-one took it. He finally offered it to you, but you turned it down.
"It's yours Charlie, but thank you anyway." He nodded and started to nibble at the chocolate, humming at it's taste.
"Right you two. You best be going to bed, it's getting late." His mother said softly.
You both nodded and said your goodnights to everyone.
You flopped down onto your mattress, sighing.
"Wonka is letting five people into his factory if they find a golden ticket, Y/n. Do you think I have a chance?"
"I think you have more of a chance than everyone else!" you said, lying for the sake of his mental health. You knew he has less than a 1% chance, but you can't crush a little boy's dreams.
He smiled widely and lie down on his mattress.
"Goodnight Y/n."
"Goodnight Charlie."
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A World Of Pure Imagination
FanfictionA Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory fanfic. You're 29 and, when your father died, you were left homeless. You get taken in by the Buckets, and became a sister figure to Charlie. When Charlie tells you about the golden tickets, you thought the fa...
