I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory or any characters found therein. So anybody you recognize from said book and movie all belong to Roald Dahl.

I also wanted to say that I did take some scenes and dialogue from the THOROUGHBRED books at one point in the story. I modified it slightly so it would fit my story, but if you know what to look for you'll see it. Yet another thing I don't own.

I only own Andreas (a.k.a Andrew later on in the story), Sofia Argyris, the people in Andreas's foster family who he is living with at the beginning of the story (you'll see the reason for this specification later on in the fic. If I said now, it would give away a piece of the story) and his biological family.

I named this story what I did because of the Christafari song by the same title. The lyrics of the song are posted on my profile if anybody wants to see them.

One day I was just idlely letting my mind drift and suddenly I thought about the father of a friend of mine. "I wonder what would have happened if he had won the ticket?" I thought to myself. And this story was born. I had to embellish a lot on the few facts that I knew about my friend's father. I also had to change the times in which he lived. So much so that I consider him to be almost fully my own creation. Only a very few things actually came from the story my friend told me about his father that inspired this story. Everything else I made up. I hope you enjoy it.

RING!

The bell of ten year old Andreas Kostakis' school rang, and he got up, along with his classmates. This had been their final class for the day.

Andreas picked up his notebook and text book and quickly shoved them into his satchel before slinging it over his shoulder and heading for the door.

"Andreas?" he heard his teacher say.

"Yes, Ms. Argyris?" he asked, turning to face her.

"Could I see you after the others are gone?" Ms. Argyris asked.

Andreas nodded, and then wondered what was going on. Once the room was clear, Andreas made his way over to Ms. Argyris' desk. "Is something wrong?" he asked, brown eyes showing his worry.

Ms. Argyris smiled, "No," she said, "Absolutely not. It's just that…you know about the Golden Ticket contest?"

"Yeah," Andreas said. "Who doesn't know about it?"

"How would you like to find one of those tickets, Andreas?" Ms. Argyris asked, leaning forwards, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Andreas leaned closer too, "That would be the most incredible thing," he whispered. "I have wanted to get a ticket almost as much as I have wanted to leave my foster home and have a real family again."

Ms. Argyris smiled and sat back. "I thought so," she said. Andreas sat back too, feeling puzzled. Ms. Argyris picked up her pocketbook and began digging in it. "This afternoon during recess I went over to that candy store next to the school and I bought a Wonka Bar. This was in it." With that, she pulled something out. The ceiling lights caught it and Andreas saw a bright flash of gold. Ms. Argyris set it down on the desk.

It was a Golden Ticket. The last Golden Ticket.

Andreas's jaw dropped and he looked from the ticket to his teacher and back again.

Ms. Argyris giggled at the look on her student's face and then reached across the table to close his mouth. "I do not have any children of my own, Andreas, nor do any of my siblings. So I decided I would watch all my students and give the ticket to one of them." She picked up the ticket off her desk and handed it to Andreas. "Here, Andreas," she said. "This is for you."

Andreas picked up the ticket and silently read the instructions before looking at Ms. Argyris again. "It says I can bring one member of my family with me. But I don't want anybody from my foster family to go with me. I want you, Ms. Argyris. You found the ticket for me. You deserve to come."

Ms. Argyris blushed ever so slightly. "Thank you, Andreas," she said. "I'd love to come with you. But in order for me to come with you, I need to have your foster parents sign a permission slip."

"Like for a field trip," Andreas said.

"Exactly," Ms. Argyris said. She dug around in her desk until she came up with a slip of paper. "It's a good thing I always have extra in my desk." She filled out the information and then handed it to Andreas. "Get your parents to sign that. We'll have to leave on Monday in order to make it on time. I'll arrange the details of our trip like the flight and a hotel room, okay?"

"Okay!" Andreas said. He put the ticket and permission slip in his bag and headed for the door. "See you on Monday, Ms. Argyris," he said.

"Have a good weekend, Andreas," Ms Argyris said.