Chapter Thirty-seven|Journal

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Camilo's pov:

I grew a vine that would swing me on the ground. But instead of that I fell on the ground. "Ouch" I groaned. For a few minutes I just sat on the ground wondering if the last 20 minutes actualy happened.

And I'm pretty sure they did! Should I tell someone? I rather not. But now I have to tell my family about the news. I took off my ruana because the wheater was still pretty warm. Last time it was that warm like a week ago.

Wait-

Ellie's pov:

I opened my room to see Daniel in the hallway. "Oh-Hey" I threw an inoccent smile on my face. Daniel carefully scanned my appearance before he answered back. "Hey, what were you doing?" He raised his eyebrow.

Does he know? I hope he doesn't-Okay, just act normal. "Just crafting you know" I smiled. "Crafting,youre saying?" Daniel wasn't having it. "Mhm" I nodded.

"Can I see it?" He peeked into my room. "Nope-I mean-No you can't" I smiled and closed my door. "Can't? But why?" Daniel asked.

"Why? Of course, why. Well--It burned down" I chuckled. "But aren't we supposted to be downstairs?? Heh, c'mon Mamá will kill us" I practically dragged Daniel downstairs.

Camilo's pov:

"Ellie have Mami's gift!" Yelled while busting into our Casita. Everybody turned their attention on me. "She does?" Dolores gasped. "Yep" I nodded.

"So that is the reason why is it so hot outside" Isabela teased me while she was mixing some dough. Did I mentioned that Isabela could heal through food?

"Let's not talk about that" I said and ran off. I had only one place to go.

Mirabel's pov:

"But I still don't understand why is she senorita la perfecta" I rolled my eyes while searching throught our library. Trying to find any kind of helpful information.

"Well it's maybe because her hair is so perfect, but why are they perfect? What shampoo is she even using?!" I continued to complain and turned to Meows. "Why are you so quiet, I need advice!"

"Something is wrong" He said. "What do you mean?" I placed the book I was holding on one of the tables. "I don't know how to describe it, it's like-" But then Meows got interrupted by Camilo that stormed in.

"Ellie has a gift!" Camilo yelped. "What?" I said in disbelief. "But how?" I added. "I don't know" Camilo said.

"I think it's because of the kiss" Meows said. "You think so?" I turned to the cat. "Yes, maybe their souls connected or something?" He added. "That makes sense" I nodded.

"Hey! I'm still here" Camilo groaned. "Oh, you need translator, right?" I turned back to Camilo. "Bingo"

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"But why would our gifts swap at first point?" Camilo asked and stratched his neck. "I don't know, but there's have to be an answer." I said and then I accidently knocked over one of our family books.

"Isn't that Tia's journal?" Camilo looked at the weird looking book. "It has her name and picture on it, Sherlock" I chuckled and picked it up.

"Maybe there's something useful" Camilo said and grabbed the book from my hands. But then the library door cracked open and revaled Ellie.

"El!" I smiled and ran to hug her. Soon after we pulled away, Camilo approached us. "Hey Ellie" He gave her an awakward smile. "Hey" She waved at him.

"How did you get here? I though you were grounded?" I asked. "Well-Yeah but Daniel covered up for me." Ellie smiled. "For how long?" Camilo asked.

"As long as I need. But it had one thing" Ellie looked at me. "And that is?" Camilo asked."He wants me to find him a date." When she said that sentence, she looked at me.

"Don't even think about it" I said with warning tone in my voice. "Don't worry it's not you. I need to find him some guy" Ellie massaged her chin. "I think that I can help" Camilo said.

"YOU are going to date my cousin?" Ellie laughed. "No-Not me. I can find him a date" Camilo said. "Good idea" I nodded.

We had a little chat and after few minutes we decided to read Má's journal. But when we approached the table it was on. Something was off..

"Wait-Where's the journal?"

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