🍭Sixteen year old Esme in photo🍭
            🍭Esme's P.O.V🍭

The next evening, I was in the Wonka bar wrapping room, which is the room I first arrived in, making sure the wrapping mechanisms were working fine. I had to adjust them a bit yesterday, but they seemed to be working better today.

Then I heard the familiar footsteps of Willy Wonka coming into the room, so I bolted and hid behind some machines.

I watched as Willy set down five golden tickets down on the five different unwrapped chocolate bars. What they were for, I couldn't tell. I raked my brain trying to remember if Willy said anything about golden tickets, but I don't think he said anything.

Willy smiled as he watched the golden tickets get wrapped with the chocolate bar and sent off into the world.

I watched curiously, why would he send five gold tickets into five chocolate bars? But then again Willy can be a little strange sometimes.

He left the wrapping room and I followed in the heating ducts. He went to his bedroom and when I got there he was getting ready for bed. He was already in his pajama's with the little gold W's all over them. I watched him from the heating duct as he fell asleep.

I yawned softly "Good night, Willy" I whispered softly "I love you."

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The next morning, I headed to the chocolate room to grab a candy apple for breakfast. Not the most healthy start to the day, but the sugar will keep me going till lunch.

I went to the television room and watched from the heating ducts as Willy had his eyes glued to the television. He was watching the local news, I also listened closely to what the reporters were saying.

"Five Golden tickets have been hidden underneath the wrapping papers of five ordinary Wonka bars" announced  the reporter "these five candy bars could be anywhere, in any shop, on any street, in any town, in any country in the world. The people who find these tickets will tour the famous Wonka chocolate factory and one will get an extra prize."

"People coming to the factory?" I whispered to myself "why would Willy do this all of a sudden? He's not really a people person?"

But then again maybe I could join in with the tour, then I could finally meet Willy Wonka personally!

But then my mind filled with doubt again. My brain kept shouting:

What are you thinking? What if he wonders who you are or how you got there? What if you're exposed?

But at the same time it felt as if my heart was saying:

Go for it! You've stayed hidden from him long enough! He'll love you! What have you got to lose?

I needed to figure out how to handle this, so I went to the library. I grabbed all the books about on being social and conversation topics and on how to make a great first impression.

As the days passed the golden tickets were being found one by one. I devoured book after book and took down some important notes based off what I know of Willy Wonka.

A week and a three days passed and the tour was tomorrow. That's when it occured to me I was so busy with studying on how to talk to Willy, I completely forgot what I should wear!

I only had the one outfit I had on, plus some pajamas for nightwear. And there was nothing I could possibly wear in the factory, the only other people who were there were Willy and the oompa loompas, and their clothes were too big and small for me!

I had to wear something nice for the guests and more importantly Willy. The book of good first impressions clearly states that you have to dress the part for whatever occasion.

I had a few dollar bills saved, maybe I could go to the dress shop in town and get a dress. But it would be my first time outside the factory since I arrived. But Willy was worth it!

I put on a scarf I had knitted and temporally burrowed one of Willy's winter coats. It was a bit big on me, but it would have to do.

I took a deep breath and opened to door to the factory. I was immediately greeted by a blast of cold air and some snow flakes. I slipped between the bars of the factory gates and went into the town.

I headed into the dress store and found a beautiful silk dress on a manikin. I smiled at how pretty, my eyes landed on the price tag and my smiled melted.

"Three hundred dollars?!" I whispered shocked "Is that even legal?" So much for that dress.

I tried to look at others, but they were all three hundred dollars or over and I only had at sixty dollars.

Just as I was about to give up I noticed some spools of brightly colored fabric in the corner of the shop. I walked over to them and looked at the deep purple fabric.

Purple I thought dreamily Just like Willy's eyes.

If I couldn't buy a dress, maybe I could stitch one together!

"Can I help you?" Asked an elderly woman peering at me above her glasses.

"Yes, thank you" I said "how much for this beautiful fabric?"

"Ten dollars for a yard of it" the woman said.

"Perfect! I'll take four yards of it!" I said, excited.

I paid the woman forty dollars out of my sixty dollars. She handed me back two ten dollar bills.

"Have a nice day" I said as she handed me my bag of fabric.

"You too" she replied.

I walked out of the dress shop and felt so happy. I was so excited to get started on the dress I raced back to the factory. But as I came around the corner I ran smack dab into a young boy, sending us both to the ground.

"Oh gosh!" I said, embarrassed "Are you okay?"

I helped him up and helped him brush the snow off his clothes.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry!" I spewed apologies "I was in such a hurry to get home, I wasn't looking were I was going..."

"It's fine, really" he said.

I noticed he looked about five or six years younger than me. He had no coat on, despite the fact that it was freezing out and he looked really underfed. He looked like a really good kid, with sweet eyes and judging by his frown I'd say he was having a rough day.

"Hey" I asked him "do you like chocolate?"

He looked up at me. "Yes, but I don't have the money for it..." he said.

"Well, since I ran into you and almost killed you" I said "I'm going to buy you a Wonka bar."

"You don't have to do that?" He shook his head slightly.

"Too late, I already have the money out" I said pulling out one of my spare ten dollar bills.

"Are you sure you want to waste your money on chocolate?" He asked me.

"It's not wasting if it's on a Wonka bar" I stated. Which was true, Wonka's chocolates were so worth it.

I took his hand and led him up the steps of the corner shop.

"Hello sir" I said to the clerk as I stood in front of the countor.

"What'll it be, miss?" He asked.

I turned to the boy. "Take your pick... um... what did you say your name was again?"

"Charlie" he answered smiling.

"Right, take your pick Charlie" I told him.

"One Wonka scrumdiddlyumptious fudgemellow delight, please?" Charlie asked the clerk.

I handed the clerk the money and he handed me the bar, I gave it to Charlie.

I noticed the time on the clock above.

"Is that the time?" I asked "Yikes! I still have to work on my dress!"

I rushed out the door. "Bye Charlie!" I called to him "enjoy the Wonka bar!"

"Thank you" I heard him yell after me.

I rushed back to the factory and went into the spare closet, no one hardly went in there. I got the sewing machine from the corner of the closet and sat there making my dress. I finished it around nine p.m, I folded it carefully and went into the heating duct to sleep for the night.

This was it, I was actually going to formally meet my crush, Willy Wonka! And there was no turning back now...

AN: Keep it up with the comments please! Stay sweet everyone!