I know it's overdone, but what if Charlie wasn't a ten year old little boy, but instead a sixteen year old girl? Based off of the 2005 movie. Wonka x Fem!Charlie. Minor Mike x Fem!Charlie.
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This is the outfit that Charlie was wearing the day she finds the goldenticket. Just without the necklace, watch and belt. Her hair is also styled thesame way.
On Sunday morning, I decided not to sit at home and feel sorry for myself. I was going to go to the library to get my mind off things. I stopped at the factory gates to take a long, deep breath. My lungs filled with that sweet, chocolatey air that seemed to surround the factory. I closed my eyes and imagined what laid behind these gates.
My thoughts were interrupted by two men walking their dogs. "Did you hear that some kid in Russia found the last golden ticket," one of them asked.
"Yes, it was in the paper this morning," the other man replied. "Good boy," he praised his dog. As they walked off, I couldn't help the wave of sadness that crashed over me. It truly was over. All of the golden tickets had now been found. I sighed and looked at the ground as I made my way to the library. It'll be okay. There are more important things I need to focus on right now. Like getting a job to help my family and getting into a good college to make something of myself.
As I tried to remind myself to stay focused on my life goals, I noticed something green fluttering around in a pile of snow. Curious, I bent down and dug it out. I was surprised to find that it was a ten dollar note. I stared down at it in amazement. I never got lucky!
I looked up and realized I was in front of the candy shop. I'm still sad, but I know what will make me feel slightly better. A Wonka Whipple-scrumptious fudgemallow delight. His candy always had a way of cheering me up and making me feel warm.
I walked into the store and up to the owner of the shop. "One Wonka Whipple-scrumptious fudgemallow delight, please." I said politely, handing over the money. He smiled at me and handed me the candy bar.
"Here you go," he said.
"Thank you," I said as I began to unwrap the candy bar.
A woman who had been reading a newspaper when I had first entered the shop, slammed it down against the countertop. The front cover read, "Russian Ticket a Fake!'
"The nerve of some people," she huffed.
The shop owner chuckled and shook his head. "I know. Forging a ticket, come on."
As I peeled back the wrapper, something golden caught my eye. It felt like my heart had stopped when I first saw it. I pulled it completely out of the wrapper and held it close to my face, hardly believing my eyes. It was a...
"Golden ticket," the shop owner said in disbelief. I looked up at him and he beamed at me. "You found Wonka's last golden ticket! And in my shop too!" He said giddily.
Suddenly, I felt a hand close around my shoulder. I jumped and came face to face with a desperate looking man. "Listen, I'll buy it from you. I'll give you fifty dollars and a new bicycle. What do I look like, a ten-year-old?
