Willy and Charlie waited patiently through every commercial. As soon as the news came back on, the news anchor went straight to the story on the first Silver Ticket Winner.

"We now go live to Todd Burns on the first Silver Ticket Winner" the anchorwoman said "Todd?"

The screen turned to an anchorman in a navy blue suit, standing outside a lavish house in a suburban area.

"Rachel, I'm standing outside the New Jersey home of Clarissa Clump, the first finder of one of Wonka's Silver Ticket" he said "Earlier on, I was able to get a short interview with Miss Clump."

The screen showed slightly tanned, brunette woman with dark brown eyes, she wore a black dress, the type women would wear to a funeral. Along with a black veil that hid the top half of her face.

"Do you like my Dress?" Clarissa asked him "I'm going to a wake for my third late husband later this afternoon."

"Did she just say her third late husband?" Mr. Wonka asked Charlie, slightly panicked.

"Oh... my condolences" the anchorman said, sympathetically "we could come back another time, if you wish."

"Oh no, by all means! Please stay!" Clarissa said, with a wave of her hand. "My dear third husband is in a better place now. But I always told Derek if he was going to change the oil in the car, let me know so I don't drive away with you under it!"

Willy's eyes widened in fear when he heard that.

"But it was nice to have won this Silver Ticket during such a tragic time. It's clearly fate telling me to move on!" Clarissa told the anchorman.

"Her third husband isn't even buried yet!" Willy cried, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"And my Derek left me tons of income to make sure I'm happily taken care of!" She said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Is there anything you'd like to say to the public and Mr. Willy Wonka?" Asked the anchorman.

"Of course" Clarissa said "To my adoring public, I would like to thank all the women who had to lose before I got here. And to Mr. Wonka, I'll just say 'See you soon, Money... I-I mean Honey!'" She turned to the anchorman and said "You can edit that out, right?"

They went back to the weather report after that. Mr. Wonka looked horrified, but soon shook it off.

"Well... I suppose it takes all kinds of people to make a world, huh?" He said to Charlie.

Charlie offered a little half-smile. But inside the Chocolatier-in-training couldn't help but think Poor Mr. Wonka! Having to deal with that nutcase of a woman!

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As Willy Wonka and Charlie Bucket were getting the news about the first Silver Ticket Winner, there was a young woman hundreds of miles away in a small town near Missouri, who was facing a problem of her own.

"What do you mean my tuition fees haven't been paid?" Matilda Hartman asked the dean of her college.

"Miss Hartman" Dean Martinson told her "We have checked time and time again, but I'm afraid you cannot keep attending school here if you do not pay for your tuition or books..."

"Just give me a week" Matilda tried to make her voice sound calm. "I'm sure I have enough in my savings for my tuition."

"Very well, you have a week starting today..." The Dean told her.

"Thank you, sir" Matilda said somberly, as she left the Dean's office at the St. Martin's culinary college.

Matilda Hartman was a young woman who was studying to become a culinary pastry chef. She was quite good at it, but her head chef and teacher, Mr. Santorini did not see it that way. He claimed her ideas were 'too over the top and frivolous.' But none of that mattered now, she wouldn't be there much longer if she couldn't pay her tuition!

Matilda was beginning to question if she was even meant for this type of career. She was always going against the purpose of the recipes. She always preferred to put a new and unique spin on a dish. If you asked her to make a chocolate mousse, she would find a way make the mousse thicker and sculpt it into an actual moose!

In her third week of class, Matilda and her fellow student's were asked to prepare French Macaron's.

And she did, but while most of the class presented something like this...

Matilda took it a step farther and did this...

She had decided to up the stakes and make French Macaron's in the shape of French moustaches!

Unfortunately Mr. Santorini- who had a moustache similar to Matilda's creation- did not find this amusing at all. He gave her an D, the only reason she didn't get an F was because her Macaron's tasted as a Macaron should.

As Matilda walked out of the principal's office, she noticed one of her classmates standing by the doorway of the school. Holly was Mr. Santorini's most prized pupil, she did her recipes by the book and always followed the instructions given to her. She laughed at Matilda's idea's calling them child-like and stupid.

"Hey Matil-duh!" Holly said as they passed her. She always called Matilda that to prove that she was dumber than the rest of their class. No matter how false it was.

"I'm not in the mood, Holly..." Matilda said calmly as she passed by her.

Holly followed her and continued to taunt her. "What happened?" She asked Matilda "Did you finally get kicked out of school to make room for a real chef?"

Matilda scowled at her. She hated it when people made her feel like she didn't deserve to be in the same ranks as them! That she wasn't normal or talented enough to be like them! Baking was the only thing she was truly good at! Can't they at least give her a little appreciation for that?!

She spun around and faced Holly. "And I'm sure that when you say a 'real chef' you mean someone like you!" Matilda told her "A teacher's pet with little-to-no imagination! In case you didn't notice Holly, even a person with half a brain, like you, can agree with a teacher and follow the rules! But it takes a person with a full brain to see another person's worth and show respect towards others!"

Holly stood there, shocked to say the least as Matilda walked away.

As Matilda walked home, she decided to stop by her favorite store in town. Miss Franny's Fabulous Flavour's was a little shop on the street that led to Matilda's apartment. It wasn't a very well-known shop, many people in town preferred to go to the big shiny department stores for candy. But Matilda liked Miss Franny's shop better, it had a much bigger selection and Miss Franny was a fellow baker herself that loved to give out tips.

Matilda walked in and picked up some baking supplies she needed.

Miss Franny greeted her at the front counter. "Hi Matilda" she said, looking at her purchases. "Baking again?"

"Yeah" Matilda sighed.

"Something wrong, dear?" Miss Franny asked.

"Not really..." Matilda shook her head "Just one of those days, you know?"

"Oh, I do" the older woman nodded "And I know just the cure for a day like that..." She dug around under the counter and put the 'cure' on the counter "... A Wonka Bar!"

Matilda chuckled. "How can a chocolate bar make my day better?" She asked.

"Sometimes even the littlest things can help any bad situation" Miss Franny told her.

"Well, I guess that is true in some ways..." Matilda pondered the thought. "Sure, the Wonka Bar too."

Matilda paid for the items and went home. She unlocked her apartment and began to put the baking supplies away when she noticed a message blinking on her answering machine.

She walked over and hit a button to play the message aloud.

"Hello Matilda, it's Patricia..." the voice message started.

"Ugh! How did she get my number?" Matilda asked herself.

Patricia was Matilda's stepmother and even calling her a stepmother was like choking on your own vomit. Patricia was the type of person that could make a vicious rabid dog look friendly. Matilda's father married her a year before he died and Matilda had reason to believe that Patricia had something to do with her father's death. Since Mr. Hartman died young, he had no legal will made, which meant Patricia got everything and Matilda had to spend five years living with her control until she was eighteen. Those five short years were like living in a Cinderella story without the happily ever after...

"Yeah, I'm just calling to let you know I'm using your savings to get myself that cute little mustang convertible I've been eyeing..." Patricia's message went on. "I hope you don't mind! But I needed a new car, the old one had a flat tire. Anyways, bye for now!"

Matilda's eyes widened at what she had just heard. That horrid woman used all of her saving to buy a fancy car that she didn't even need?!

Her saving was all she had left! The rest of her money was put towards her rent and groceries and electricity bills!

Matilda sighed and put her head in her hands. She noticed the picture of her deceased father, sitting beside her. Since Patricia took everything her father owned, including Matilda's childhood home, the only thing she had left of him was that picture of him. It was a picture of her father showing an eight year old Matilda how to apply frosting to a chocolate cake.

She smiled a little at the image and talked to it as if her father could hear her through the picture.

"Hey Dad" she sighed "things are going pretty bad right now... really bad..."

AN: So now we have met the first Silver Ticket Winner, who's a Gold Digger. And Matilda Hartman who's got a Heart of Gold! Comment if you like it so far! And hit the ☆ below!