Turn in your Tickets! {WonkaBlitzPlot}

When I had gotten my ticket in the mail, I was so absolutely excited! Of course it would happen for me, I'm already perfect looking and perfect acting and perfect perfect, but I was still oh so very excited. I was getting the meet Mr. Twixter, the man who had closed his factory to the outside for so long but was no opening it for eleven others! It's sort of like that story that mommy and daddy told when I was younger. 

Maybe I'll be the on who wins!

Even if I don't, I'll surely get to eat a lot of awesome candy when I'm inside the factory. I made sure to wear only a few clothes so that it'd be easier to skinny-dip in the chocolate lake I've heard so much about in the factory! Hopefully my girlfriend won't be too jealous!!

I'm just oh so excited I can't even contain myself, so I check to make sure my ticket is in my wristlet, and then prance up to the group of people who have silver tickets exclaiming, "I'm just so excited for this! I can't wait to meet Mr. Twixter!"

Raven was perhaps the happiest his been in a while when he received the silver ticket from that one candy maker. Which means he was only a tad bit intrigued on why some old classic candy maker was doing to this. Mr. Twixters had reputable candy that was always guaranteed to taste great and it always did. So why do this publicity stunt? Raven thought to himself as he sat in his bleak downtown Capitol flat that matched his bleak unfortunate sad soul. So when he went to the old yet glorified factory he was a bit surprised to find that the others were at least half his age. "Hi there" he awkwardly waves at the others before Mr. Twixters made his speech. Well now I'm more than intrigued. I want to know what Twixters has up his sleeve.

Nobody responded to me. How rude of them! It's like they're all avoxes. There is absolutely no way. I would never let myself be seen with a crowd of avoxes. That'd be social suicide! May would never ever ever forgive me and it would be awful. I'd have to lock myself in my bedroom and eat my sorrows away naked. And then I'd feel all bad about eating so much. It'd be a downwards spiral.

I walk over to a girl with a longer neck and nudge her. "Aren't you just so excited to be here! I could just kiss someone I'm so excited."

And now this meany doesn't respond either. I am the daughter of an important member of the high society of the Capitol! Everyone should, no, has to, respect me! They all have to respond to me, and if they don't daddy said he'd send them off to jail. He said he'd do so even though I'm a big girl and should take care of my own problems, because I'm still daddy's little girl to him! But since daddy isn't here, I have to handle this on my own.

I confront her, "How rude of you! Do you know who I am?"I ask rhetorically, "I guess some people just have a generally negative demeanor and you are one of those people. How are you not ecstatic?!"