Willy's Girl

Violet Beauregarde & Mike Teavee

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   Today was my first day off out of three, so I was helping mom cook when Charlie ran through the door, newspaper in hand, "Alright, let's see who found it." Grandpa Joe said, dad took the newspaper from Charlie's hand, and while I turn on the T.V. he reads, "The third ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregarde." "These are just some of the 263 trophies and medals my Violet has won." Violet's mother boasts, then Violet takes over, "I'm a gum chewer mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things I laid off the gum, switched to candy bars." Her mother then says, "She's just a driven young women. I don't know where she gets it." Violet looks at a trophy before boasting, "I'm the Junior World Champion Gum Chewer. This piece of gum I'm chewing right now I've been working on for three months solid. That's a record."

   Her mother looks at her a little annoyed before saying, "Of course, I did have my share of trophies, mostly baton." Violet starts talking again, much to the annoyance of her mother, "So it says that one kid's gonna get this special prize, better than all the rest. I don't care who those other four are. That kid, it's gonna be me." Her mother grins, saying, "Tell them why, Violet." Violet smirks before saying confidently, "Because I'm a winner."

   Grandma Josephine frowns, "What a beastly girl." "Despicable." Grandma Georgina agrees, Grandpa George leans over saying, "You don't know what we're talking about." She looks around and questions innocently, "Dragonflies?" I giggle, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "But wait, this just in. The fourth Golden Ticket has been found by a boy called Mike Teavee." It cuts to a house where a little boy is playing video games. "All you had to do was track the manufacturing dates, offset by weather and the derivative of the Nikkei Index. A retard could figure it out." The boy says cockily as his father looks at him tiredly.

   "Most of the time I don't know what he's talking about. You know, kids these days, what with all the technology-" He's cut off by his son yelling, "Die! Die! Die!" He sighs continuing, "Doesn't seem like they stay kids very long." Mike stops his game, saying, "In the end, I only had to buy one candy bar." He made a disgusted face when a reporter asked how it tasted, "I don't know. I hate chocolate."

   "It's a good thing you're going to a chocolate factory, you ungrateful little-" I can no longer hear him as mom puts her hands over my ears and dad puts his over Charlie's. When he's finished, I turn off the T.V. and Charlie looks around then asks, "Dad?" "Yes, Charlie?" "Why aren't you at work?" He questions and I look at dad sadly. Dad looks at mom before saying, "Oh, well, the toothpaste factory thought they'd give me a bit of time off." "Like summer vacation?" Charlie questions innocently. Dad nods, smiling a bit, "Sure. Something like that."