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A carefree flirt who has to be anyone but himself.
A stubborn know-it-all with a bold attitude and a big secret.
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Y/N's family had lived in Colombia for generations. More specifically, an enchanted Colombian village surrounded by mo...
The Magical Casita, home of the Madrigals, on fire.
Everyone ran away, pushing past me as they scrambled to escape. They all ran for the gap, which was falling in the mountain. I could feel the heat pulsing towards me.
The precious family, the Madrigals themselves, stood outlined in the bright light.
Ring ring.
The figure of an old woman, the 'Abuela Alma', kneeled on the floor. Two women, one ginger and paler than the rest, Pepa, the other brown haired with deep tanned skin, Julieta, clinging onto their husbands, Félix and Agustín, crying.
Ring ring.
Three girls stood in a row. One large and muscular, Luisa, one slim with an hourglass figure, Isabela, the last my age with a regular figure, Mirabel.
Ring ring.
Finally, another row of three. A girl with tall hair, Dolores, and two boys. One about five years old, Antonio and the other my age, Camilo.
Ring ring.
One stood apart from the rest. A man, facing away from the fire, looking directly at me. He had long hair, a long green poncho, glowing green eyes and rats sat on his shoulder.
Ring ring.
This was the third triplet.
Ring ring.
The forgotten Madrigal.
Ring ring.
Bruno Madrigal.
"Y/N!"
I jumped up, falling out of bed.
"Ouch!" I groaned, rubbing my head.
"Y/n! Why are you still asleep? We were supposed to be at school by now!" My prima, Valentina, clapped.
I held my ears. "I just woke up! Cálmate!"
"Get dressed! Rápida!"
"I'm doing it! Now can you leave por favor?"
She sighed before slamming the door. I climbed back to my feet and grabbed my lucky dress, which I would definitely need to get to school on time.
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I slipped on a pair of F/c slip ons and ran out the door past Valentina, who was wearing a blue and white dress not too different from my own.
"Hey! Espérame!" She called after me.
I skidded to a stop, waiting for her to catch up.
"Come on, five seconds ago you were rushing me!"
She rolled her eyes and ran, lifting up her dress to keep it out of the mud. I don't understand why women in this village never wore pants. To be fair, some people have been here for decades and don't like letting the old traditions go, but I hate running through muddy fields in my dresses.
"Miss L/n!" The teacher called me out the second I stepped through the door. All eyes fell on me.
Mierda Mierda. Mierda.
I could feel their eyes burning through my skin. Can I just be late without getting yelled at?
Dumb question, apparently.
"Why are you late?"
"Because I had to run through mud in flats and a dress?" I snapped back.
"Talking back now are we?"
"That's how a conversation works, Señor Ortiz." I fake smiled.
He sighed, "Sit down." He pointed to my seat.
The classroom was brightly painted, like the rest of the school. The lower half of the walls were yellow and the top half was white with random flowers and details across it. This, like most of the town, was suggested by the Madrigals.
I did not like the Madrigals. I hate how everyone treats them like gods. I hate how they think they own everything. I hate their musical numbers at every hour of the day.
I hate the Madrigals.
"Good morning, amiga." A voice behind me chirped.
I turned around and smiled at my best friend, Andrea Molina. She didn't agree with my opinions about the Madrigals, but that didn't stop her with hanging out with me.
"Morning." I yawned.
"How long did you sleep last night?" She asked, tilting her head.
"A while, just had a bad dream."
I wasn't exactly planning on telling anyone about my 'dreams' because I'm not sure what they are. I'm sure everyone has dreamt about that, what would happen if the Casita burnt, or fell.
But that didn't feel like a dream. The heat, the smell, I could taste it in the air. I could feel the ash in my throat and nose. This just felt too real to be a dream.
"Did you hear?" Andrea pulled me out of my thoughts.
"About what?" I asked cautiously.
"You know the Madrigals?"
I rolled my eyes. "Who doesn't?"
"Apparently one of the kids is coming to our school!"
My heart dropped. Of course they were. 3 generations of Madrigals and none of them came to school. Why now?
"Which one?"
She shook her head, "No one knows, but it's gotta be Mirabel or Camilo. None of the others are the right age."
"Which ones are those again?"
"Señora L/n! Señora Molina! Would you like to share this conversation with the class?"
"No thanks, sir."
"No, really, if it's important enough to interrupt my lesson I'm sure you can share it with the class."
"Sorry, Señor Ortiz!" Andy apologised.
I rolled my eyes.
To be honest, I'd rather it be Mirabel than any of the other Madrigals. At least she's normal, so she doesn't act like she's better than everyone else.
"When are they coming?" I whispered back.
"The day after Antonio's ceremony."
"Antonio... the little one right? Isn't that tonight?"
"Girls! Don't make me give you detentions!"
We both froze.
So tonight, I had to stand around for god knows how long acting like I liked these people.
"This is going to be a long night." I sighed, putting my head in my hands.
|🐆-Author's Note-🐆|
Yes, this is a short one, only around 900 words. I try keeping chapters to around 2000 words but I wanted to get to the ceremony so we can meet Camilo. See you next time, adiós!
