🍬Wendy's P.O.V🍬

Daddy and I were having our Daddy-daughter time, which we do everyday at 3:00 P.M. Today we were reading my favorite book, Matilda by Roald Dahl.

"Mr. And Mrs. Wormwood had a son called Michael and a daughter called Matilda" he read from chapter one. "And the parents looked upon Matilda in particular as nothing more than a scab."

"How can you look at a child like Matilda as nothing more than a scab?" I asked "she's brilliant!"

"Just like somebody else I know" Daddy said kissing my forehead.

I smiled, than an oompa loompa knocked at my opened bedroom door.

Daddy looked at him "Yes?"

He made some signals with his hands and Daddy sat up and ran out of the room. I sighed and followed him knowing exactly where he was going.

I walked into the television room, where he was watching a girl in a pink jogging suit holding up, yet another, golden ticket! This one was called Violet Beauregarde and she was from Atlanta, Georgia.

The mother-who was wearing the exact same thing, I might add- was saying "these are just some of the two hundred and sixty-three trophies and metals my Violet has won."

"I'm a gum chewer, mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things I layed off the gum switched to candy bars" Violet said chomping on her gum loudly.

Her mother smiled at the camera. "She's just a driven young woman" she said proudly "I don't know where she gets it?"

I scowled. Oh, could it be you raising her to be a winner instead of a regular kid! I thought.

"I'm the junior world champion gum chewer" said Violet "this peice of gum, I'm chewing right at this moment, I've been working on for three months solid! That's a record!"

"Of course I did have my share of trophies, mostly baton" said the mother, making it all about her. They were basically both attention hogs.

"They say this one kid's gonna get this special prize, better than all the rest?" Violet said "I don't care who those other four are, that kid is gonna be me!"

"Tell them why Violet" her mom urged her on.

"Because I'm a winner" she said like it was true.

"Oh a winner" I muttered "is that what she calls it?"

"She would be great to help with that new three course dinner gum I've been experimenting on!" Daddy said, excited.

I smirked. Daddy just gave me the perfect idea to get rid of that gross gum chewer!

"Breaking news!" Said the television "the fourth golden ticket has just been found by a boy called Mike Teavee."

"That was fast" said Daddy, grinning from ear to ear.

"A little too fast" I whispered.

Mike Teavee lived in Denver Colorado in a normal looking house. At first I thought maybe this one will be at least manageable, then I saw him playing a video game in front a large television set, eyes glued to the screen.

"All you had to do is track the manufactur dates, offset by weather and the derivative of the Nikkei effect" Mike told the reporters "A retard could figure it out!"

"He cracked the system!" I said "and you can't say swear words on the news!"  Though Daddy didn't seem to hear me.

"Most of the time I don't know what he's talking about" said Mikes father "you know, kids these days what with all the technology-"

"DIE! DIE! DIE!" Mike yelled at the television.

"Doesn't seem like they stay kids very long" his father sighed.

Mike finished his game and finally looked up. "In the end I only had to buy one candy bar" he told them.

"And how did it taste?" Asked a reporter.

He better say good! I thought angrily.

"I don't know" he sneered "I hate chocolate."

Daddy and I both gasped.

"Daddy, can a person really hate chocolate?" I asked shocked.

"Yes, it's sad but true" he shrugged "Maybe he could work on candy instead of chocolate? Or our new invention chocolate television!"

"The television room!" I cried "of course!"

"What about the television room?" Daddy asked me.

"Nothing" I smiled innocently.

"Alright" he smiled back.

I went to my room and started the plans for gum chewer and the chocolate hater.

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