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Mirabel shuffled along the staircase, being careful to skip the squeaky steps.

She trudged down the hall in search of one thing.

Scanning the walls, she found it: The painting of Abuelo.

Mirabel cautiously pulled on the portrait and, just like a door, it opened.

Yes! She thought. Dolores was right!

Dolores had always told nonsense stories but this time, she proved to be helpful.

Mirabel squeezed through the gap to find a dark, cramped room.

Well its not Isabela's perfect flower room, but it'll have to do.

She reorganized the room and unpacked her things before collapsing on the bed.


Mirabel awoke to a faint chant in the distance.

"What the..." She whispered.

She creaked open her "door" to find the town people in Casita... but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the song they sang.

"We don't talk about Mirabel, no, no, no" the town chanted.

She watched as they stumbled around the floor dancing.

"Ugh how disgusting," She scowled as she returned to her room. "If only they understood the real reason I left."

Mirabel plopped onto her raggedy couch clutching a pen and drawing pad. With her background "music" she began writing.

Scribble scribble scribble

"Perfect..." She muttered while finishing the last sentence on her paper titled 'Abuela Takeover Plan'.


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