One Hundred Broken Mirrors| Camilo Angst | Encanto

Preperations

Camilo leaned against a pole next to the staircase, the same staircase that the Casita had operated for years. He sighed and looked at all the citizens below him, making sure everything was in place and all ready, preparing food, decorating the house, some just ran around the house pretending to be busy.

The more Camilo looked at these people, getting everything ready for an event that only came a few times in their lives, (for some it was their first time) he began to picture himself as one of those people, celebrating a ceremony, then going back to their everyday lives.

Camilo had pondered what it would be like to be one of those people for years, soon he became envious of them. They got to live perfectly content lives, with no troubles, no high expectations, no one telling them who they need to be, no one trying to force them to be someone else.

It's not fair....

Camilo spotted his younger cousin Mirabel, carrying a large box full of decorations for the ceremony. He let an ounce of guilt escape onto his face. He knew that Mirabel had longed for her own gift, and he felt so bad for her knowing that she couldn't have, but more importantly, if she were to get a gift, she would have to live through the burden of everyone expecting the best out of her.

He decided to help her out since he already woke up in a bad mood.

He strutted down the stairs and rushed up to Mirabel.

"Want some help?" He asked, avoiding people rushing past him.

"It's alright, I'm good-

"Abuela told me to, so you don't really have a choice," Camilo lied, cutting her off.

"......Fine."  Mirabel grunted.

Just as she was about to take another step, an older man blindly bumped into her, and she fell over with the box in surprise. Camilo didn't have enough time to react and Mirabel fell face-first on the side of the box, hitting her chin. She got up and rubbed her jaw in pain.

"Shit-" she groaned.

"Language, Dolores will hear and tell you off," Camilo joked, helping her up.

"Not funny," Mirabel held one hand firmly on her face and brushed her dress with the other. "For clarification, this is your fault Camilo,"

She started headed towards the kitchen, leaving the box on the ground.

"Fine, I guess I'll carry the dastardly box then, since it's oh so heavy," Camilo called out dramatically, making Mirabel turn around throw him a playful glare.

He grabbed both handles and raced towards his cousin, carelessly dropping some decorations on the way.

"Slow down," he panted. "Jesus, why do people have to walk so much faster,"

They were about to enter the kitchen, but suddenly a huge gust of wind burst out behind them. He turned around and saw his
mother Pepa, or Mirabels' tiá.
The atmosphere faded into a stormy grey, as if a huge cloud was passing them, which in fact, it was.

"If it's not perfect then people will be disappointed, and if they don't like it then it's going to fail, it's going to fail!"

"Pepa, the flowers, the flowers!" Her husband Felix rushed behind her, hand covering his face avoiding himself from the huge wind.

Suddenly, the gloomy cloud evaporated into a glorious sunlight, Mirabel and Camilo shielded their eyes from the brightness, but they were able to peek and see Isabela sitting on a vine made swing.

"Did someone say, flowers?" She giggled from the second floor, quickly then floating her way down in a sort of angelic and delicate way. The people below cheered and applauded for her bright entrance, some even praising her, since she was considered the "golden child" out of everyone in the family, it was normal for her to get this treatment. Mirabel rolled her eyes and groaned.

Isabela waved the vines carrying her off and she dropped to the ground, holding a bright pink bouquet of flowers. She handed them to Pepa dramatically, then flipping her black hair in Mirabels face.

"Ow-" Mirabel complained, her jaw still in pain.

"Oh sorry, I didn't see you," Isabela mocked. "But here's some little sisterly advice for you, if you weren't always trying so hard to impress the family, you wouldn't be in the way,"

"Uh, I'm the one carrying the box Isa," Camilo interrupted.

Isabela turned around and smirked.

"Well good thing your little cousin was here to help you Mirabel, the only one more useless than you,"

The two were about to retaliate, but Isabela strutted off before they could say anything.

"Come on Mirabel," Camilo said, impatient.

"I'm coming, I'm coming,"

As the two walked into the kitchen, both out of breath, they saw a woman known as Julieta cooking a fine cuisine of food for the ceremony. She wore a blue apron, along with two herbs sticking out the pockets, her grey hair was pulled into a bun that hung loosely on her head. Camilo shoved the box onto the counter next to where she was cooking and started unpacking it, to which the Casita moved it like a conveyor. While he was doing so, he lost focus on the real world and thought about what Isabela said to him.

The only one more useless than Mirabel....

No I know that isn't true.

I mean, come on. Isabela make flowers grow? How does that make her more noticeable than anyone else? Let alone make her the "Golden Child".

Even though he thought he was convincing himself that his older cousin was wrong, a small part of him still considered that maybe he wasn't as important to the family as he thought he was, and although he shook it off, he didn't know how big of a problem it would become later on, because someone would eventually interfere, someone would make him really believe that his own family didn't need him.

Someone who had left the Casita a long time ago.

And it wasn't Bruno.

It was someone who had far worse intentions than Bruno.

(Hello, sorry for the late post, I've been busy with school, but yea thanks for reading, and maybe comment down some ideas for the next chapter? You don't have to but I'm kinda short, anyways, the next part might be out sooner, so make sure to keep reading 😁 1068 words let's goooo)