veruca-salt-official-blog

[veruca-salt-official-blog]

I stomped my feet. “Now. NOW. NOW!!” I glared at my father, who had a look of horror on his face. He knew what was coming next. Mr. Wonka still persisted on with saying no, right to my face! “SQUIRREL. PAPACHIKA! SQUIRREL NOW!” Wonka kept repeating that horrible word, “no, no, NO!” I was starting to get irritated. I NEEDED one of those squirrels. My father was being absolutely useless, so I had to do all the work myself. I threw him my bag and stormed out of the room. “IF YOU WON’T GIVE ME A SQUIRREL, I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO GET ONE MYSELF!” I screamed. I ran into the nut room. The squirrels had seemingly gotten larger. They were holding the nuts Wonka used to make his delectable chocolate, and dancing around with them. They had slobber dribbling out of their mouths, and when they saw me, I thought they would be friendly, but I was wrong. I booped their small ,(Okay, Okay), Really large noses and smiled. “SO CUTE! COME TO MAMA VERUSHKA!”

[veruca-salt-official-blog]

// first off, I’d like to say helloooo! I’m new to tumblr here, and I’m sure it’s going to be a blast! I’m going to be RPing as the Broadway version of Veruca from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! Enjoy! \\