Golden Ticket
He couldn’t believe it. He was actually going to Robbie Rose’s chocolate factory. Robbie Rose, of course, was the greatest chocolatier in the world. And his factory was set right here, in Britain. Mr. Rose chose to put seven tickets in seven bars of his famous chocolate, and sent them out around the globe. It just so happened to be that he, Willy Wonka, got a golden ticket. Willy stared at the ticket in amazement. He was in the candy store a few blocks from his little house, where he lived with his mother, father, and little brother, Danny. Willy took the ticket, hid it in his pocket, and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. People crowded around the boy, trying to buy the ticket or just take it off him. Like any kid, he declined every offer, keeping his head down.
“Willy! Honey, where are you?” It was his mum. Will grinned, still running as fast as he could until he ran into him mum, hugging her. The woman smiled down at her son, pleased to see him in good spirits. “Mummy! Look what I found!” Willy’s grin grew wider as he showed his mum the ticket. His mother’s eyes widened in shock. “Let’s go bring the good news to your father. I’m sure he’s had a long day.” Will’s mother led him into their little home, where his father sat on a sofa, reading a newspaper.
“Jonathan, love, William has found one of those tickets that the news has been going on about.” Jon took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then taking the ticket from Willy. “Son, go sell it. I’m not having you become a chocolatier. My own son, the son of a dentist, a chocolatier?” Jonathan laughed at the thought and its ridiculousness. “Go show your grandpa if you want to.” Willy took the ticket back from his father and walked over to his grandfather, who was sitting in a recliner, doing a crossword.
“Look at what I got, Papa!” Willy smiled widely, his grandfather taking the ticket. “A ticket? To Robbie Rose’s factory? Why, Willy boy, this is a once in a lifetime chance! Your mother or I will take you, kiddo!” William jumped up and down excitedly, taking the ticket back from his grandfather before running up to his mother. She smiled down at her son, picking him up and placing him on the couch with her and her husband.
“Cordelia, love, are we in agreement that William is not going to Rose’s factory?” Jon looked his wife in the eye, a steely look upon his squarelike face. Cordelia looked at Jon, then at Papa, before shaking her head and looking down at her small hands, which balled into fists as they rested on her skirt. “No. I think William should go.” Jonathan scowled. The man got up and took a deep breath. “Fine. I’m going to go out for a smoke. I’ll be back.”
Cordelia winced at her husband’s words. She hated seeing him so miserable, but she knew that this would be good for her son. She somehow just… knew. Cordelia cleared her throat and straightened her skirt, soon getting off the couch. “William, dear, can I please see the ticket again?” Willy ran up to his mum, giving her the ticket. “So I’m going, Mummy?” He asked, eyes wide with anticipation.
Cordelia smiled at her son and nodded. William cheered, excited to go to Mr. Rose’s factory. She looked down at Willy’s ticket, her eyes widening in surprise. “Honey, did you know it’s tomorrow? The trip to Mr. Rose’s factory, I mean.” Cordelia smiled pleasantly at her son, who grinned gleefully back.
“I’m so excited, Mummy!” He chirped, going to tell Danny the news. William’s little brother, Danny, was upstairs playing with his little toy firetruck. Will rushed up to his brother, who looked up at him with an innocent smile. “Hewo Willy!”
Willy smiled at his four year old brother. “Hey Danny, I’m going to the chocolate factory with Mummy!” Danny’s eyes widened. “Really?! Woowie! Dat’s so cool!” He cheered, delighted for his older brother. Will smiled again, running off to his room. He pulled out his favorite coat and t-shirt, then rushing back down the stairs to find his favorite pair of boots.
