The Chameleon's Grin ll Camilo Madrigal

Chapter 5 : Angry Blonde on your 9 O'clock

(How I imagine Cleo ^^)

Hi and thank you SO MUCH for all of the reads!

You guys are so sweet:)

I just wanted to give you guys a heads up and say that this story will probably not be very accurate to what life is actually like in Colombia. This story is more intended for fun than accuracy, so I'm sorry if the school environment isn't realistic, it's more related to my own school life.

Also I'll try to keep updates fairly regular

Anyways, enjoy!

Carmen's pov:

I stood in the kitchen stiffly.

This was my first day of real school ever.

Why was my chest tight?

Oh yeah, it's because of the crushing worry that no one will like me because I'm too dry and my work life is my personality.

Diana seemed to be much more relaxed about all of this, she patiently waited while mamá did her hair.

Since we went to a public school, we were able to wear what we wanted, as long as it was appropriate.

I wore bold colors to draw a little more attention to me, and maybe even lure in a friend that wasn't a sideways grinned shape shifter.

My bright yellow skirt matched the bandanna I was wearing, with a bun on the top of my head. I had a white short sleeve blouse on, with a leather book bag.

I didn't worry too much about how I dressed compared to my classmates, as long as I had some sort of individuality.

Mamá had to go to work, so it was just me and Diana walking to school. She held my hand tightly as we navigated to streets of Encanto.

We reached the main road were a bus was supposed to pick us up and take us out of town to school. There we saw some familiar faces.

"Antonio!" Diana called, letting go of my hand. The boy perked up at the sound of her voice and ran straight for her.

I chuckled and walked over to where he was standing with Mirabel.

"Hola Carmen!" She greeted sweetly, closing the book in her hands. "If you're looking for Camilo he's walking here with his group of friends."

"Eh, I wasn't really. I don't like big groups of people, it's overwhelming."

She smiled. "Same here."

I looked around us. "Do you have any friends here?"

She shrugged, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "It's not really my priority, so no not really. Camilo said you didn't either cause you've home schooled your whole life."

"Yeah, I'm not really a huge 'people person' like he is, so he seemed shocked at the fact I didn't know anyone my age."

Mirabel laughed. "Camilo is kind of in his own bubble of people, and a little oblivious that there are the quieter types."

"Oh wonderful. He said that he wanted to help my social life, so I have a feeling he's gonna drag my into whatever friend group he has anyways."

She snorted. "Good luck then, some of them are straight up mean."

"I'll keep that in mind." I said thoughtfully.

Just as the bus pulled up I heard a bunch of yelling behind us. It was a huge group of people our age, maybe ten people? And in the very front it was -you guessed it- none other than Camilo Madrigal himself.