Solitude | Camilo Madrigal

Alone

I flopped down an my bed at about 5:45 P.M, burned again. Nobody ever thinks anything of me. I do so much for this family and the town, yet no one notices the real me. 

Camilo Madrigal. I'm just the boy who tricks people into thinking different things. They all think the worst of me. But what if they knew me...

The real me. 

Do I know the real me?

I got up after laying in my bed for 15 minutes give or take. Until I got up and looked outside through my window. There was a boy and a girl the same age, at least that's how they looked.

But if there's one thing being a shapeshifter tells you is Never judge a book by its cover.

One of them was short, one even shorter. The girl had hair down to her knees. And yet it was perfectly straight. Her dress was short pink and perfect. She had a singular rose, tucked in snug behind her ear.

he flopped back in his bed sigh You see someone like that would never notice me. Perfectly Beautiful. And I will probably have the job to greet them. I try to get her to notice me but I would probably blow it and remain alone. Forever. 

"hey Camilo," Dolores whispered, "I need to talk with you. Okay?" she said creeping in to his room.

"Sure, what about?" He responded, curiously. He had no clue what Dolores wanted to say at 6:15 at night. But he would listen, at this point he would listen to anyone he feels to alone.

"It's about Antonio," Dolores started with a quiet voice, Camilo's eyes widened, "Have you noticed he hasn't needed any help in months?" Camilo listened not knowing what she meant. "like when he was 6 and 7 he needed help with figuring out his life and help with everything. But her since he turned 8 he hasn't come to me eat all." 

Camilo had no idea what she was talking about he thought Antonio was doing better than ever. But he trusted Dolores,

"no, but I don't hear EVERYthing. So I think you notice a lot more than me." Camilo stated, "a lot!" 

"Well I do, and he has been crying at night, a lot, nearly every night," Dolores said, now her voice even higher than usual, "One of us should go check up on him, I'll go after dinner, I hear we are having some guests. That will hopefully cheer him up." 

She said walking out of the room, gnawing on her lip.

See I was the last to know that, 1. we are having guests for dinner and 2. that Antonio has been crying in his room alone. Asking for no help.

Speaking of guests for dinner... I'm Hungry, And who are the guests. many someone who will see me for Me. 

But yet again I am probably getting my hopes up. Like I always do... and always will. 

"DINNER!!!" Abuela shouted from down stairs.

Sheepishly I walked over to the door, "Make your family proud, whew lets go!"

I swung open the door with my best fake smile, "Hey everybody, who's ready for dinner??!? Well I know I am!" I said making my most believable performance, I jumped on the railing of the stairs and slid down.

I saw Mamá bump into Isabella, a small raincloud appeared above her head. Felix started to stroke her hair, and it went away.

So pretty much the exact same thing that happens every night.

I headed over to the dinner table, but to my surprise nobody was there but me. I looked around at the empty seats. The plates put perfectly set up, this meant nothing but still managed to fill my heart will sorrow. Reminding me of my thoughts up in my room every night.