Violet Beauregarde

• Chloe Boulding, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2016

“I am a champion. I broke the world record of chewing gum for three months solid, BANG!” Me, Violet Beauregarde I'm good at karate. I have so many more trophies than my Mum. My Mum only has a few trophies on her shelf.
Most people think I am a brat. I am a pretty little princess. In a good way because I am American. All people from America are perfect, don’t you know?
I have pretty blonde hair. It’s short, but beautiful. I think am a middle size in my class. I don’t even care that I got the golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka. Only poor people care. My trophies, 89 and my records and sometimes my Mum, is all I care about. I care about me the most, me, me, and me.
I should have gotten the first golden ticket, but a fat, chubby boy got it.
How unfair is that? His name is Augustus Gloop. I thought that I would get the second, but a spoilt brat got it, her name is Veruca Saltz. I just knew that I would get the third golden ticket and I did, fancy that. After me was Mike Teevea. He is so weird and all he likes is TV and guns. The last golden ticket went to Charlie Bucket, a poor little boy who is so skinny. I am the most important out of all of them.
I am prettier than all the people in my school and of course guess what it said on the golden ticket? It said, ‘Greetings to you, the lucky golden ticket finder. I shake you warmly by the hand!’ And on and on. The best thing about it is that we get a lifetime supply of lollies. Bye, now I’ve got to go!