I am a complete failure I can't hold onto a man for more than a week. I thought in the back of my friend's car. She was driving me and a few other girls to a bar. I didn't want to go, I just wanted to stay home and wallow in self-pity, but they dressed me up and dragged me out. I looked out the window as we passed the huge Wonka Chocolate Factory. The huge factory had been closed for so many years I had had trouble finding another job. I'd lived with my Aunt, Mrs. Bucket, at the time but then she'd become pregnant with my cousin Charlie that I moved out to create more space. I had a steady job now as a waitress at the local restaurant, sending them money every week, but it wasn't enough.

I missed my job at the factory, I got to work with my Grandpa Joe and see them all the time, but most of all I missed Mr. Wonka. He was so cheery and nice and always up and happy. But then the jealous candy makers who weren't even worth the name of 'Chocolateir' stole his recipes, there for forcing him to close the factory. I never would forget Mr. Wonka, his many colorful clothes, cane filled with candy, and shoes with WW on them.

"Earth to Emily! We're here!" My friend Kate waved her hand in front of my face. "Good god Em, you have to stop thinking about that place, it was 12 years ago! Move on!" She pulled me out of the car and pushed me through the bar door. Oh how I dreaded this. We walked up to the bar and ordered our drinks, and then Kate would tap the guy's shoulder next to me and asked, "Hi have you met Emily?" Then she walked away. I about died.

"Hi Emily, I'm Jake." He answered. He had black hair and blue eyes, he was tall and muscular, but I just rolled my eyes and mumbled, "I hate you Kate." I would find some nice way to let him down then I went and found Kate. When I found her she was beating a guy at pool.

"Kate I hate you!" I yelled over the noise.

"I know, and I love you!" She yelled back, taking a big gulp from her beer bottle. I shook my head and sat down in the corner and ordered some fries. While I was eating Kate came back over.

"I killed him and got two hundred bucks!" She waved the money in my face.

"That's nice Kate, now if you don't mind, I'm going to sit here and wonder how I'm going to pay the landlord." I sat back. She scoffed and grabbed a guy's shoulder as he walked past. "Hi have you met Emily?"

"Yes." I expected it to be someone from earlier, but it wasn't. I about laughed out loud. It was my Aunt's husband. He gave me a quizzical look.

"Sorry about that, she enjoys humiliating me. Hey Kate I'm leaving, BYE!"

"BYE!" she yelled. Mr. Bucket and I left together, walking through the light layer of snow that covered the sidewalk.

"Why on earth were you in that bar?" I asked him. He laughed.

"Well, I was erm… looking for Grandpa Joe." He looked down. I started laughing.

"Have they started walking yet?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Well Joe has been doing it secretly for a few years, but that's all. Oh I woke up and he was gone, and I wondered where he was." I nodded. "Did you hear about the Golden Tickets?" He asked. I shook my head. "Well it's all Charlie thinks about. Apparently Willy Wonka has sent out five golden tickets. They're hidden in Wonka candy bars, I can understand why he's in such a twist about this, but you know as well as I that there is little chance he'll get it." Mr. Bucket fell silent. I looked at my feet and kicked a can that lay on the sidewalk.

"Well it gives him something to look forward to. Isn't his birthday coming up soon." I asked.

"Next week." We reached their run down house and I went inside. Mrs. Bucket was over the stove cooking what smelled like cabbage soup. I cringed. She saw me and ran up to give me a hug.

"It's so good to see you dear!" She said happily returning to the stove.

"Yeah, it's good to see you too!" I said. I felt my small payment in my pouch and smiled, "Hey I'll be back in a few minutes!" I left the house and got to the store just as he was closing it up. "Oh come on I just want two things." He sighed and let me in. I rushed towards the bread and turkey isle. I paid him and got back to the house. I gave Mrs. Wonka the food and she gladly took it. Grandpa George was scoffing loudly.

"About time we had some real food in this place!"

"Dad!" Mr. Bucket exclaimed. Just then the door burst open and Charlie came in. I smiled at him and he ran up and gave me a hug.

"Em its so good to see you. Mum that smells good, what is it?" He sat at the table and started doing his homework. Mr. Bucket got a happy look on his face and walked over to him, pulling out two white toothpaste caps. "Here you are Charlie."

"Thanks dad, it's exactly what I needed."

"What Charlie?" Grandpa Joe asked. I jumped when he spoke, forgetting that he was back in the house.

"It's the piece I needed, a head for Willy Wonka!" Charlie pulled out a huge model of the factory made of toothpaste caps. I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

"That's very lifelike," Grandpa Joe started. "You know I used to work for Mr. Wonka, I saw him with my own two eyes." I smiled, I loved to hear about the good days when we used to work in the factory. "I was much younger then but still." He went into the long story and when he came to the part about the Arabian Prince I came in.

"I went there and helped to build the palace. I was Mr. Wonka's second hand. Or that's what he called me." Charlie looked over in amazement. But then the part came on when the factory was closing and I became sad again. Then to brighten my spirits Charlie talked about the tickets and I prayed, silently in my head, that he would find one.