Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The rights go to WB.

Chapter 1: On the Bus

This is a story about an ordinary teenager named Charlie Bucket. He was not faster, or smarter, or cleverer than any other people at his age. There was only one thing that differed him from the rest. This fact was that five years previous, he had been on a tour in a chocolate factory, and when it was over, he had won the factory itself. This wasn't your ordinary chocolate factory, however. It just so happened to be Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory.

This year Charlie had turned fourteen, the year when most teens leave elementary schools and go on to high school. Now, even though he lived in one of the most renowned factories in the world, it happened to be in a small town where the only school was an elementary school. There was a high school that Charlie would be attending in the next town over, but that town was thirty miles away. Thankfully the school did supply transportation from his town to the school.

Charlie closed the gates of the factory, locking it tight to ensure more security. He then walked down the road that stretched from the factory to the lot where his old house once stood. This was the place where the bus would stop to pick up the kids. Charlie happened to arrive just before the bus was leaving, and he quickly boarded what he liked to call, "the Giant Twinkie."

Charlie went to the back of the bus to take one of the seats there. He refused to sit with the other people because he knew what would happen. For the past five years, whenever he was going to school, he would be stopped by other children who would pester him about life inside the factory. Charlie knew he could not answer their questions, and so he tried desperately to avoid any contact with other people, even if it meant sitting in a seat beside that of a couple who seemed to be eating each other's faces.

Charlie looked out the window as the bus left his town and headed out into the countryside. His nervousness in what this new chapter in his life would bring melted away as he watched the greenery roll by. His mind then shifted to the many inventions he and Willy were working on. His mind was so caught up in the sweet delicacies and surprises that he hadn't noticed the bus stop at the end of a dirt road and pick up a lone passenger.

The new arrival headed to the back and looked over the available seats. As they noticed the couple who were now groping at each other with such ferocity that it seemed they were having a battle more than a make out session. "God, get a room," the person said. They then turned to Charlie, who was still in his little dreamland. "Is this seat taken?" they asked.

Charlie jumped at the voice. He turned to see the stranger, who he could tell was female by her voice. He was rather confused by the choice of dress, however. She was wearing a ski mask and a hoodie even though it was boiling outside. Her lower body displayed a knee length skirt and fishnet leggings over what appeared to be dark blue sweats. Jeez, she must be dying of heat, Charlie thought to himself. He looked down and saw leather boots that went halfway up her calf.

"Hey kid, are you deaf?" she asked. "Is this seat taken?"

"Oh, not at all!" Charlie said as he stood up. She got in and slid over to the window seat before removing her backpack and placing her feet on the seat in front. Charlie wasn't completely sure, but this girl seemed familiar to him, if only vaguely.

The girl turned her masked face to him and asked, "So kid, this your first day at River Valley? I don't think I saw you here last year."

Charlie nodded at her. It was bugging him that he couldn't figure out who this person could be, and her only clue to him was her voice. It really did sound familiar to him, and she seemed to be unwilling to remove her garb.

"Well, kid, you just take it from me," She said as she waved her hand a little at him. "Just lie low and you'll get through alright. Not much comes from sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Believe me, I learned that lesson the hard way."

Charlie didn't respond. He happened to be fixated on her hand. It was in a fingerless glove, and he saw that the fingers underneath were the same dark shade as her sweats. They had to be her fingers, because he couldn't think of a company that would make gloves with fingernails on them. He then looked closer at her leg to see it was her skin as well. Suddenly, it donned on him who this girl was.

"By the way, what is your name kid?" the girl asked.

"It's Charlie," Charlie said. He didn't want to give his full name to her just to be safe.

"Charlie, huh? I once met a Charlie. He seemed like a decent kid, I suppose."

"Did this Charlie happen to go on a tour with you into a chocolate factory?"

The girl sat silent for a moment. Then she reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"What game are you playing, kid? Who the hell are you really?"

"Violet, please! It's me, Charlie! From the tour!" Charlie gasped out in fear. "Please don't hit me."

The girl stared at him for what seemed to Charlie like an eternity. She then let go and leaned against the window. "God, I hoped I wouldn't see any of you again. Especially you." She then reached up and removed her hood and ski mask, revealing the face underneath.

Violet Beauregarde had barely changed. Her skin from head to toe was blue, as was her hair. Charlie knew the reasoning behind this, but he hated to think of it. Her face was slightly more matured, and she seemed to have lost the baby fat that she had when he had seen her on the tour.

"I think I know why you wouldn't want to see me," Charlie said. "Because I was the one who beat you in the competition."

Violet smiled a little and gave a small chuckle. "Wow, Charlie, you got that all wrong."

Charlie was confused by her answer. When he had met her, she had been focused on victory, letting her pride get the best of her in the end. Once again, he stopped his mind from thinking of the horror she went through.

"Actually, it's because you are the only one who I would be embarrassed to see. The one who tried to be nice to me and I just shoved him off like a jerk," Violet said as she reached up and pulled down the window.

"Violet, you don't need to be embarrassed to see me. It's not like just because I live in the factory now means I'm "holier than thou!'" Charlie reassured her, watching as she removed a lighter from her pocket. "Uh, what are you doing?"

Violet pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her other pocket and tapped one out. As she lit it, she asked Charlie, "Do you know what they say about chewing gum can help you stop smoking?"

"Well, of course. Everyone's heard that."

"Well, vice versa," Violet said before taking a drag from the cigarette.

Charlie was very shocked to see this. He saw her during the tour as a prideful girl with an outgoing personality, and now she was quiet and seemed to stray from other people.

"Violet, what happened? How come you are so different?" Charlie asked.

Violet was quiet for a moment as she finished breathing in another lungful of smoke. She then turned to Charlie and blew it right in his face. "Why don't you ask your buddy, Wonka?" she asked in a slightly irritated tone.

Charlie coughed and waved the smoke away. "No, I mean, why are you being so nice to me, when on the tour you were so, for lack of a better turn, snobbish?"

Violet turned back to the window, finished her cigarette, and flicked the butt out the window before she answered him. "Well, after I went home from the tour, I tried to get back into the norm like nothing had happened. Well, being so much different than the other kids, I became a laughing stock. I thought I could get away from it with my real friends, but they turned from me. Even my best friend Cornelia. All because I was a freak of nature. I ended up hanging with the Goth kids, who sort of accepted me. Even to them I was an outcast, but they didn't turn away from me because they too were different than the common crowd. Other than them, you are the only person to treat me like a human being. That's why, Charlie. That's why I'm being nice to you. Because you were nice to me."

Charlie was unsure what he could say. Her story had been a horrible one ever since that fateful day. "It really couldn't have been that bad, right?" he asked.

"Oh, that's not the worst part," Violet replied. "My own mother has barely said a word to me in the last five years. Imagine living with someone who thinks you aren't even worthy enough to lick their shoes. She hates me Charlie, more than any of the others. She knows I could have prevented what happened, if only my pride hadn't gotten in the way."

Charlie was devastated. He couldn't believe that her own mother would turn against her, but the look in Violet's eyes told him it was truth.

"We moved out here to get away from everyone we knew. Her idea of course. She was embarrassed to have me where people would recognize us and jeer at me."

"That's awful!" Charlie said. "I'm sorry you went through this. If I could, I would reverse the clock and stop this from happening in the first place."

"Don't be sorry Charlie, it's no one's fault but my own. I screwed up, I pay the price. The thing is I learned a lesson, and I think only an experience that bad could have opened my eyes."

The bus was now pulling up to the school. It was your average high school, consisting of buildings where the classes were, a cafeteria, a gymnasium, and a few sports fields. The duo grabbed their things and got off the bus.

"Come on, I'll take you to the office to get your schedule," Violet offered. She then held out her hand to Charlie, who took it without a moment's hesitation.

"Thanks, Violet," he said as he followed her to one of the buildings.

"No sweat, Charlie. That's what friends are for."

Friends, Charlie thought. Yeah, we are friends now!

Charlie soon had his schedule in hand and Violet had gotten hers as well. The two sat beside each other before the first class started and looked them over.

"Wow, we have the same study period," Charlie said.

"And chemistry, too," Violet noted. "Odd, that's a sophomore class. What's a freshman like you doing in there?"

"Well, I happened to get my freshman science credit last year, so I got to move ahead."

"Huh. I guess living with the old kook does have a benefit."

The bell rang, signaling ten minutes before the first class of the day started.

"Well, Charlie, I think it's time to go," Violet said, getting up. She helped Charlie to his feet.

"See you in study period, Violet," Charlie said, as the new friends went to their first class.