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HottyToddy.com would like to congratulate everyone who made the Honor Roll and Dean’s List this first nine weeks of the school year.

Della Davidson Elementary School Honor Roll – First Quarter 2017-2018

Principal’s List (All A’s) Abraham, Luke Elias Adams, Catherine Archer Adams, Indaniya A’myani Albadry, Malak Mohamed Alderson, Michael Rel Alford IV, John Warner Allen, Hardy Vinson Amidon, Annabelle Kristin Anderson, Chloe Ryan Baeshen, Norah Ruth Beard, Bradley William Belk, Rylee Erin Bell, Valerie Denise Blackburn, Collins Brantley Blackwood, Donald James Bodie, Eden Brooks Bouldin, William Maxwell Bowling, Poppy Katherine Bragg, John Lawson Brasell, Thomas Murry Burkes, Avery Jane Burlaka, Anna Campbell, James Bryan Carlisle, Dylan Cerny Carr, Sophie Anne Chambers, Chi Tianna Tameko Chavis, Ruby Maude Chen, Winnie Clark, Hudson Truett Colby, Andrew David Collums, Paisley Isabelle Cooper, Adam Michael Cormack, Madison Leigh Cowgill, Benjamin Garrett Curry, Nilydia Nicole Dale, Lake Reed Denevan, Brody Patrick Edlin, Lydia Catherine Embry, Mamie Caldwell Farese, Alexa Perry Feltenstein, Liza Kimbrell Ferguson, Jordyn Armani Fortyz, Xander Bryce Franks, Addison Elise Fruge’, Benjamin Guy Gandhi, Sanya Manish Gary, Walker Edmond Giles, Harris Fisher Gray, Sadie Alan Green, Mary Bea Greene, Isabel Faye Hale, Mary Elena Hall, Hayden Zackery Hamilton, Judson Silas Hill, Jordan Amir Hipp, Abigail Laura Houston, Zaria Mau’Ja Hyneman, Howard Povall James, Calvin Larry Jang, Jun Jones, Eleanor Claire Jones, Molly Caroline Jones, Sawyer Reed Kariuki, Claire Ng’endo Kava, Luseane Keskin, Adem Keskin, Sibel Elizabeth King, Eleanor Anne Knef, Ava Grace Knight, Evan Dewayne Koestler, Andrew Preston Kosko, Garrett Alexander Kovachev, Martin Evgeni Laporte, Kenton James Lauzon, Kimberly Madison Levy, Lillian Vera Lewis, Julia Slade Lowery, Ellie McCay Luber, Charlotte Allen Lynch, Breannah Danielle Lynn, Tate Alden Mason, Katherine Mims McGinness, Alexandria Eve McLellan, Elizabeth Rose Meyer, Logan Charles Milton, Henry Tucker Moore, Andrew Taygen Moore, Russell Paul Morales-Romero, Brittany Michelle Morgan, D’Nijha Danielle Morris, Wyatt Bryan Myers, Carter Lewis Nemesek, Jackson James Nichols, Kelling Elizabeth Nordstrom, Katherine Crenshaw Odom, Streater Bliss Oliver, Leecie Bella Overby, Hogan Ryan Oyler, Henry Chadwick Pan, Raymond Park, Jinseo Patel, Rishi Rakesh Payne, Peyton Rowe Pegues, Madison Renae Percy, Phinizy Davis Percy, William Strong Perry, Anna Reed Pettis, Jerkeria Amyai Phillips, Preston David Putt, Harrison Gage Rainey, Elijah Edward Rajesh, Saishri Reeder, Ella Grace Reynolds, Madison Nicole Rhodes, Mary Helen Roane, Kathryn Annette Robbins, Michael Anderson Roberson, Ann Lillian Robinson, James Barrett Robinson, Rachel Lynn Rogers, Chanijah Makaila Santiago, Krizhan Wynn Tubale Schuesselin, Nancy Elaine Shaw, Zoe Elizabeth Shelton, John Mack Sherman, Gracie Jackson Sherman, Olivia Cate Shinall, Trevor Dean Shipman, Samuel Aylon Sisk, Trinity Ja’Kiya Smith, Anna Prescott Smith, Collier Elizabeth Smith, JoAnna Maize Smith, Zander Kade Snider, Kylie Anne Stein, Michael Anthony Mack Steinriede, Eleanor Catherine Still, Michael Banks Sullivan, William Russell Tatum, Cohen Hux Thompson, William Wright Toms, Pearce Pegram Tosh, Amanda Claire Trout, Davis Walker Turner, James Talmadge Turner, Sullivan Catledge Urbanek, Evan Harper Van Every, Thaxton Delane Vaughan, Graham Thomas Vega, Isabella Leigh Vincent, Ari Levi Wadlington, Keirra Lynn Waldrop, Cameron Lee Waldrop, Elise Ann Waller, Andrew Hinton Warrington, John Patrick Weaver, Dorian Jacob White, John Wilson Wigginton, Aubrey Mae Wiley, Lorelei Kathryn Wilfawn, Claire Kamryn Wilkes, Alice Gardner Williams, Ellen Kate Wilson, Loughran Samantha Woo, Yewon Youngblood, Cameron Layne Zinn, Dequan Montez

Teacher’s List (All A’s & B’s) Adams, Olandria Lashea A’layshia Agnew, Andrew Laster Alhusban, Ghaith Ali Amaya Hernandez, Noeli Nicole Anthony, Joshua Cole Armstrong, Kylan Lashun Arya, Medha Avdiienko, Anatolii Balderama, Ingrid Yamilet Ball, Camden Jace Barnes, Lela Monae Barrett, Aniston Claire Bass, Eden Derartu Beard, Mary Virginia Beauchamp, Luly Anne Bell, Jacob Taylor Bennett, Callie Grace Blackwelder, Jaxon Xander Bogue, Ali Cheyanne Bolton, Parker Elizabeth Bondurant, Stanford James Booker-Wilkins, Mary Kay Booker, Zaniyah A’Leah Booth, Stephen Armand Brannon, Ca’Mari D’Aisha Brannon, Khalisia Anaya Brownlee, Addison Elizabeth Brownlee, Olivia Gracelyn Burrell, David Lee Carroll, Thomas David Cassidy, William Garner Castillo, Yostin Yarid Cayetano, Caitlin Cayetano, Caylee Denise Centellas, Javier Enrique Certion, Kasidy Allyse Chaney, Elliott Chavis, Bazil Major Cockrum, McKenna Renee Cook, Joe Garrett Cowgill, Isabella Katherine Crain, Kennedy Clark Crouch, Campbell Cathryn Crowe, Clara Darden Cunningham, Harper Ray Davis, Brooklyn Landry Davis, Lyric Alexander Davis, Sierra Niquel Denham, Emerson Grace Dennis, Elijah Daniel Ding, Joanna Donahoe, Barrett Hardy Douglas, Grace Adin Downing, Margaret Caroline Doyle, Sean Riley Elhawy, Abdallah Khaled Elhawy, Sohila Khalid Erwin, Parker Thomas Evans, Hunter Lee Feathers, Reagan Leigh Ferguson, Cade Baxter Fields, August Flowers, Marcus Jerome Foster, Nevan David Fountain, Thomas Whittingtion Freeman, Salayah Samere Frierson, Deslyn Reann Gaia, Wesley Stephens Gammill, Brayden Thomas Gilliom, Aryanna Kenise Ginn, Micah Joseph Gist, Grayson Taylor Gray, Parker Thompson Greer, Micah Alexxander Gregory, Kingston Wells Gregory, London Jules Griffin, Clayton Rusty Wayne Hankins, Deangelo Omari Harbin, Mariah Kionna Hardenburgh, Madelyn Brooke Harrington, Sophia Clair Harris, Lainey Elizabeth Harrison, Taylor Matthew Haymans, George Stouton Helveston, Susan Patton Hendrickson, Carson Alexander Herrington, Carter Matthew Hervey, Adaysia Holcomb, Benjamin Cade Hom, Nathanael Ioan Hopper, Jeremy Campbell Hosemann, Sarah Katherine Howell, LaKayla Lauren Maree Huchin, David Alexander Hunt, Kaden Deshawn Hunter, Riley Claire Jacobs, Da’Niya Rena James, William David Jernigan, Maier Dixon Johnson, Hannah Brooke Johnson, William Jay Jones, Makinzi Gabrielle Jones, William Wesley Kelley, Caroline Jewel Kelly, Jasmine Grace King, Emily Katherine Knighton, Cohen Hoyt Le, Ryan Gia Bao Lewellen, Grady Charles Lewis, Allyson Kate Lilly, Lucy Lujie Love, Caroline Grace Lovelady, William Niles Lowe, Nicholas Wallace Luke, Harrison Thomas Maiden, Simeon Rashad Marzouk, Farida Omar Masinelli, Andrew Charles Mathis, Isaiah Contrell Mayo, John Alexander Mayo, William Bradley McCullough, Brody Cole McEwen, Kennedy Brooke McJunkins, Addyson Auraiyana McKenzie, Layton Rose McThune, Deundrea Rowmel Montgomery, Ann Luckett Morgan, Emma Hardin Najjar, Noah Joseph Nautiyal, Riddhi Neely, Robert Myril Nguyen, Phuoc James Thien Nocentino, Gabrielle May Notestone, Nancy Carole Nuon, Ian Cole Oliver, Robert Eli Owens, Chequila Aeisha MyAngel Perez Alfaro, Itzari Perry, Jamari De’Juan Phillips, Antonio Deangelo Pritchard, Serenity Juliet Radwan, Renad Ramsey, Bradley Wayne Ray, Siobhan Julia Reed, Germaine Emmanuel Roane, Braxton Jewell Robinson, Andrea Nicole Robinson, Cory Brandon Robinson, Jada Sha’Mya Rodriguez-Padilla, Stephanie Ross, Elijah James Russell, John Alden Sanchez, Alexander Cash Sankar, Deekshita B Schock, Kennedy Jo Schornhorst, Lillian Hannah Schweigart, Tryston Scott Scoggins, Ethan Sheldon, George Lawson Shepard, Kaitlyn Elizabeth Shoaf, Jack Hamilton Shows, Anderson Grady Sims, A’niyah Jhana’e Sims, Ja’Niyah Zha’Rai Singletary, Jane Anne Sisk, Hannah A’lise Smith, Chase Manning Smith, Ly’Niyah Smith, Zyterrion Spight, Xavion Y’Urijah Staten, Haley Marie Stewart, Rebecca Ann Striplin, Alli Reese Sullivan, Anna Kate Summers, Brady Eli Terrell, Destiny L Tew, Dashiel Cohen Thompson, Mariah La’Vonne Torres, Miguel Angel Travis, Savannah Grace Trimble, Tristan Nathaniel Turner, Cortez Lamont Urbina, Alex David Urbina, Gustavo Ussery, Lauren Addison Walker, James Radford Wallace, Rakerion Rickyus Watts, Kayla Marie Watts, Madalynne E Webb, Colten Joseph Wells, Reid Thornton Westmoreland, Allie Jaymes Westmoreland, Luke Chadwick Wilkins, Jayden Rashaan Wilks, Alexis Makayla Williams, Cooper Marshall Williams, Olivia Louise Williams, Sarai’ Danielle Wilson, Jussyaih Keeyunnah Wilson, Zanija Alexis Nicole Windham, John Colvin Winkler, Lily Anne Woodard, Audarrius Dewayne Yourn, Kloey Lynn Zhang, Grant Ruiyuan

Oxford Intermediate School Honor Roll – First Quarter 2017-2018

Principal’s List (All A’s) Adams, Lily Belden Alexander, Captain Provine Allen, Hylan Gates Arevalo, Luis Angel Bain, Samuel Stewart Baker, Harley Jayne Barr, Nelson Mandrill Berry, Caroline Lillian Bigham, Ann Hunter Boone, Pharis Louise Bourn, Mary Mills Bradley, Taylor Kate Brown, Ajzah Iyuana-Jakia Bruce, Elliot Olen Bundren, Sara Kate Byars, Mary Dale Campbell, Benjamin Marshall Cancer, Zaria Cannon, Ty’Derrius Quavieon Carleton, Carley Gray Carlisle, Connor Hugh Carroll-Gonzalez, Sophia Jeanette Cassidy, Jillian Everett Claassen, Juneau Cohen, Rachel Cohn, Sofia Grace Coleman, Sariyah Mae-Lynn Colley, Megan Elizabeth Collins, Deandre Quevon Cooper, Nathaniel Harry Covington, Blake Elliot Crenshaw, Jacob D Dabbs, Alice Kathryn Dale, Atticus Darwin Daniels, John Swayze Daugherty, Miller Michael Denham, Evelyne Lee Dennis, Jeffrey Brown Dolan, John Henry Dossett-Bridgers, Elsie James Dossett-Bridgers, Lee Tucker East, Ava Lee Edwards, Lucas David Eubanks, Nikki Mae Farese, Luke William Ferriss, Cayden Quin Floate, Wyatt Matthew Flowers, Alexander Harris Foster, Larcen Michelle Fountain, James Michael Frierson, Camaria Calyse Fruge’, Charles Mitchell Fuller, Andrevion Rayshad Gentry, Claire Renae Gililland, Hayden Claire Golden, Quevyn Javion Golmon, William Bradley Goolsby, Victoria Ann Goulet, Gilad Grafton, Carolyn Chase Grantham, Bradley Wynne Gray, Harper Elizabeth Gray, Madeline Elizabeth Greene, Samuel Thomas Greenlee Doty, Georgia Love Hamilton, Taylor Grace Harper, John Andrew Heard, Parker Madison Helsel, Maci Hemmins, Scarlet Virginia Henderson, Susanna Elise Heuer, Sam Robertson Hill, Jack Westbrook Hill, William Maxwell Hilliard, Xaikeese Deontae Hitchcock, Jonas Grey Hollinger, Christopher William Homan, Madeline Taylor Hooker, Anna Elise Houston, Walker Wyatt Hurdle, Ella Beth Ibrahim, Mennah Mohamed Ali Ivy, Jack Whitten Jones, Henry Tucker Jones, Kamari Danielle Jones, Kobe Isaiah Jones, Madison Elizabeth Jones, Zoey Denise Karahan, Elisa Fonseca Kevin, Bridgette Kirk, Benjamin Carter Koestler, Leland Matthew Langendoen, Isabelle Terezija Lawhead, Christine Elizabeth Laws, Edward Knox Le, Michelle T Lowery, Madeline Grace Luber, Miles Atchison Majumdar, Sneha Makamson, Benjamin Joseph Maloney, Brady Michael Mauney, Ellie Katherine Maxwell, Mae Covington Mayo, Ian James McClellan, Ella Catherine McCready, Carson Neal McLellan, Andrews Mitchell Meagher, Mary Lucile Beatrice Mina-Reyes, Gabriel Alexander Monroe, George Henry Moss, Lucy Claire Murthy, Prajwal Narasimha Nagle, Nicholas Ming-Rui Najjar, Adam Alexander Nichol, Thomas Osborn Noel, Mary Grace Notestone, William King Oyler, Cole Madeline Perry, Lucy Clare Randle, Ava Caroline Rayburn, Thomas Harrison Rayner, Lila Elizabeth Reeder, Emma Kathryn Ritchie, Alexandra Ingrid Roland, Elijah Sessions Salau, Fawaz Olaitan Samuels, Charles Kane Sanchez, Tomas Alessandro Schmelzer, Carson Joseph Schmelzer, Catherine Elizabeth Scott, Anne Bailey Scott, Cooper Aubrey Shaw, Annie Cade Sherman, Evelyne Graham Shipman, Mary Margaret Shorter, Addyson Grace Shows, Emily Crawford Smith, Julia Anne Smith, Sharpe Holiman Smith, Sutherland Ross Solinger, Jordan Maxwell Srinath, Navaneeth Stinnett, Brady Patrick Sudduth, Ashley Lorraine Taylor, Janiya B A Tomlinson, Vivian Anne Tschumper, Katherine Mae Tulchinsky, Jacob Tulchinsky, Payton Ann Urbanek, Kaitlyn Sanders Valliant, Wells Gregory Van Every, Everhett Hawkins Vasilyev, Vivian Scott Vega, Sarah Kendall Vijayasankar, Arjun Vo, Binh Quoc Wages, Mallory Jennings Waldrop, Fisher Wells Walker, Ava Taylor Walker, Samantha Daye Walls, Jason Kendrick Weaver, Alana Ann White, Charles S Wicker, Claire Catherine Wigginton, Georgia Gray Wilkes, Carter Broom Wilkinson, William Pratt Williamson, Alice Lindley Wilson, Ava Elizabeth Wilson, Caroline Rose Wilson, Jeremiah Windham, Byron Pearson Windham, Clayton Page Young, Grant Powell

Teacher’s List (All A’s & B’s) Abbott, Carolyn Rose Al-Ostaz, Mohannad Ahmed Allen, Walker Harrison Almutairi, Hanin Anderson, Jakeria Anderson, Seger Cappaert Anjanappa, Saurab S Aquino, Zaiden Allen Arnold, Bailey Reighn Atkinson, Landon Kyle Austin, Mariam Catherine Avery, Kanalu Olamana Baddour, Paul Marion Balkin, Gabriela Analise Banks, Cam’Ron Barry, Brooke Padgitt Barton, Katherine Louise Bass, James Tanner Bean, Z’nyla Amor Belenchia, Natalie Paige Benedict, Anna Lauren Bishop, Margaret Ann Blackwelder, Jagger Anthony Blair, Natalie Elizabeth Blount, Levi Daniel Bombelli, Nicholas Boyas, William Joaquin Brasell, Jane Saxon Brown, Madison Ann Buford, Julian Burleson, Dixie Katherine Burns, Hunter Kylen Busby, Jack Garland Busby, Mary Caroline Buschlen, Keaton Vaughn Buzareiba, Raghad Omran Caldwell, Jordan Austin Campbell, A’Yhuna Nakeyia Carmean, Evelyn Rose Carmean, Jane Reeves Carrington, Glenn Elizabeth Carter, Callie Grace Case, Olivia Linton Castillo-Tabora, Genesis Causey, Jacquelynne Jeanne Edith Certion, M’Layjah Jovian Cerveny, Andrew David Coleman, Nadia Bethanie Cope, John Grayson Cormack, Kennedy Reese Cottom, Leiaidra Mi’Joi Crocker, Timothy Ezekiel Dale, Madelyn Sophia Daniels, Annika Marie Davis, Madison Rihanna Doner, Emileigh Grace Dowling, Larkin Bernini Dudley, Jeremiah Lajordan Ealey, So’Nia Carrie Christine East, Michael Ann Eastland, Hiram C Espinoza, Jayda Sophia Estes, Wesley Brett Farmer, Marjorie Elizabeth Fassinger, Kaden Chase Felix, Matthew Ripken Finner, Christopher A J Flaschka, Max Russell Wolf Flaschka, Mollie Blair Ford, Christopher Ezekiel Fowler, Kathryn Presley Franklin, Thomas Gerald Freeman, Wyatte Holden Fuller, Kardesia Janae’ Gaia, John Wallace Gandhi, Syna Manish Gillis, Lindsey Elizabeth Glenn, Raven Tarrell Dee Green, Ladaejah Jeriah Grem, William Miles Gussow, Shaun David Hamilton, Emma Kathleen Haralson, Hannah Lynn Harrington, Chloe Marie Hazlewood, Margaret Elaine Henderson, Evelyn Lynn Herrera, Alexander Santiago Herron, Kentravion Temelle Hilliard, Akevia Leigh-Ann Hilliard, Ryan Glenn Hillmer, Cailey Nicole Hobson, Breuna Cheri Hodges, Makyah Zaire Horton, Auriana Hyche, Avery Lynn Ibrahim, Zeyad Mohamed Ali Jackson, Elise Ann Jernigan, Patricia Bell Joyce, Colby Richard Jubera, Robert Judson, Braylen Terrell Kamman, Barrett Denton Kelley, Madelyn Kent, Reid Andrew Kimbrell, Elizabeth Rivers Knef, Andrew H Knight, Colton Gray Kosko, Bailey Mullins Landry-Rahaim, Rose Latimer, Sarah Ross Le, Kevin Lewis, Avery Pierce Lewis, Elaina Renee Lewis, Jon Allen Lewis, Samuel Wallace Lovorn, Rowan Elliott Lowe, Jane Claire Martin, Colton Andrew Martins, Pedro Machado May, Olivia Helen Mayo, Cait Frances Mayoral, Braden John McCarty, Tamiyiah MoShay McCollins, Zuri Ayana McCullen, Laura Kathleen McCurdy, Sean Thomas McDaniel, Aden Gregory McElroy, Mattie Elizabeth McMillian, Javien Malachi Mercier, Georgia Rose Metcalf, Zoe Abigail Miller, Ana Mitchell, Ameir Mercedes Montgomery, Elizabeth Stewart Moreton, Anders Morgan, Houston Rivers Morgan, Michaela Lynn Mott, William Ross Munoz-Pascacio, Nathalie Nautiyal, Rishi Ndaruhutse, Boaz Tonto Nichols, William Ray Nordstrom, William Davis Norman, Robert Harrell O’Dowd, Brendan Charles Osborne, Annelise Taylor Parker, Elijah Parsons, Madelyn Yahel Pascacio, Joshten Raul Patton, Nyla Danielle Perkins, Anna Claire Pharr, Luke Benjamin Pruitt, Parker Jude Randle, Ethan Monroe Ray, Layton Ramsey Reed, Virginia Lynn Richards, Benjamin Graham Richards, Elijah Davis Rico, Anna Beatrix Rico, Patrick Finlay Robertson, Rivers Burton Robinson, Chance Robinson, Lillian Grayson Roy, Sam Morgan Samaniego, Alexa Itsallana Saxton, Andrew Martin Schardan, Julian Schock, Landon David Schwaegerl, Lena Charlotte Schweigart, Brenleigh Paige Scott, Nicholas Dane Scruggs, Sydney Kathryn Shoaf, Abby Elliston Sipes, Brooks Sipps, Annabelle Grace Smith, Emaleigh Sosa Rodriguez, Franklin Speed, John Thomas Strum, Madison Grace Swingle, Jack Manning Tallie, Kamayia Tallie, Keon’Taye Da’Shan Tatum, Carlisle Emery Taylor, Avaleigh Renee Taylor, Sovient Zantrell Thigpen, Alicia Renee Thomas, Amelia Walker Toles, Noah Elex Tompkins, Lillie Lizabeth Toney, Deriah Elizabeth Treloar, Davis Alexander Tyson, Tara Nicole Urbina, Natalia Elena Ussery, Reed Fowler Valliant, Rebeka Claire Vaughn, Brinnan Jaynes Vaughn, Makinly Grace Wadley, Amari Latrice Wadley, JaMarion Martavis Weathersbee, Mary Carolyn Elizabeth Webb, Elizabeth Riggan White, Kierstan Marcia Wicker, Bryce Chapin Wiley, Violet Nicole Wilkins, Stella Kathryn Wilkinson, Katherine Owen Wishon, Dylan Lee Wymer, Abraham Young, Kasiyah Kevionna Youngblood, Olivia Ashlyn Zachos, Lucian

Oxford Middle School Honor Roll – First Quarter 2017-2018

Principal’s List (All A’s) Abernathy, Sallie Virginia Addy, Aiden Lamar Alluri, Ajay Varma Amidon, Noah Jared Atchley, Andrew Crawford Austin, Katherine Grace Baggett, Kanesha Latrice Ball, Braden Matthew Barksdale, Brianna Denise Barrett, Lealand Gracie Barrios, Emory Caperton Beauchamp, Mattie Hanks Berry, William Wells Bianco, Catherine Louise Bigham, Brock Thurman Blair, Lydia Helen Bland, Hudson Lawrence Boudreaux, Claire Brewer, Joshua Alexander Brown, Jonathan Campbell, William Hayden Caradine, Miles Milton Emett Carter, Elijah Guy Carter, Joseph Andrew Case, Audrey Davis Cassisa, Carolina Grace Clark, Lacey Katherine Clinton, Nora Dean Cook, Madeline Ellsworth Cooper, Ciara Jo Crawley, Carsyn Swayzie Dabbs, Walker Pace Daniels, Dorothy Grace Davis, Farryn Kennedy Dennis, Julia McQueen Devera, Rowan Hayes Douglas, Faith Ann Dyminski, Thomas Randall Farmer, Sadie Grace Fruge’, Rosemary Katherine Giles, Lucian Witherspoon Goulding, Aidan S. Green, Henry Hasselman Greene, Amelia Lea Greer, Allison Reed Habeeb, Reagan Leigh Harper, Hannah Heard, Kaitlyn Paige Heuer, Everett Bowen Hill, John Bailey Hunt, Addison Marleigh Johnson, Josianna Elizabeth Kang, Mina Karthikeyan, Keerthin Kendricks, John Scott Knight, Ethan Tyler Latil, Jacob Walker Le, Johnson Le, Thu Anh Lewis, Louise Anne Ligon, Charles Thomas Little, Rosemary Elizabeth Love IV, John Clark Maryam, Numa Mathis, Kaylin Jennae Maxwell, James Donald McClure, Jeffrey Williams Miller, Saylie Parker Monteith, Savannah Isabel Bel Moore, Sarah Grace Murphy, Patrick Francis Newsom, William Luke Nordstrom, Benjamin Eli Ormon, Ava Kathryn Patel, Aidan Rakeah Perry, John West Purdom, Kara Elizabeth Ratliff, Charleston Edward Rayburn, Cecilia Reed, Vanessa Nicha Reysen, Ember Noelle Rhodes, Katelin Faith Roberson, Riley Elizabeth Robinson, Grant Wilson Rock, Cassidy Nicole Rubenstein, Zoe Elizabeth Sawyer, MacKenzie Lee Sawyer, Madison Nicole Schmelzer, Callie Grace Sharp, Chloe Anne Shelton, Emma Sanders Shipley, Savannah Harlow Shorter, Ashten Dean Smith, Stratton Holt Steinriede, Anne Walcott Stevens, Heath Michael Stewart, Olivia Ellen Sullivan, Aidan Thomas Sweeney, Connor Patrick Swingle, Molly Caroline Thompson, Ella McKinley Tosh, Ella Kathryn Trujillo, Aaron Michael Valdez, Xavier Edgar Wages, Caroline Grayson Walker, Anna Caroline Warrington, James Davis Weathersbee, Jeremiah Davis White, Avery Hannah Wicker, Sarah Grace Wigginton, Luke Lafayette Wilkinson, John Franklin Hassell Windham, William Thomas Woo, Nathan Kyoungseo Yant, Jane Isabella Zhang, Luke Xi

Teacher’s List (All A’s & B’s) Alexander, Zakeri Alan Alger, Anna Aloia, Jonah Grayson Anderson, James Wilder Arizaga, Genoveva Grace Armstrong, Aubrey Laine Austin, Brooks Crockett Baeshen, Andrew Hesham Bailey, Ramey Elliott Barnett, Evelyn Eliot Barton, Grace Anne Beebe, John Robert Belk, Aiden James Bell, Diamond Kierra Bergeron, Molly Merritt Best, Lauren Elizabeth Bial IV, Joseph John Bishop, Steven Matthew Blaylock, Evelyn Isabella Blount, Hope Davidson Bogan, Ticyana Anecia Renay Booker, Kirsten Ja’Derria Bowling, Adam Miller Brazell, Jessica Paige Brewer, Kaitlyn Emma Bruce, Norah Mary Jane Buchanan, Joseph Thomas Burkes, Anna Sophia Burkes, Delaney Grace Busby, Hattie Elizabeth Buschlen, Ethan Gareth Bush, Levi Matthew Byars, Charles Randolph Cabello, Michael Caldwell, Kalvia O’Nealvea Caldwell, Sparkle Ariel Campbell, Alysia Michelle Carothers, Sharenity Lynn Carwile, William Westmoreland Case, Mary McLauren Childers, Eva Ruth Contractor, Ria Zaksis Cooper, Noah Emmanuel Cope, Aiden Saliba Crane, John Spencer Crowe, Ellen Emerson Dabney, Thompson Daugherty, Amelie Parker Dennis, Ivy Suzanne Dennis, Jackson William Dorrell, Colin Semmes Downing, Stephen Matthew Dunaway, Drue Alexis Elliott, William M Ellis, William Vaiden Enfinger, Jena Brooke Fair, Virginia Ross Brown Fiveash, Jayda Grace Floate, Aidan Mark Freeman, Grace Kennedy Freeman, Samari Shani Fyke, Lola Carter Gaia, Madeleine Barnett Gililland, Joshua Alan Grantham, Robert Sharp Hanbury, Lauren Elizabeth Hardy, Julia Brent Harvey, Michael David Helsel, Mia Claire Hemmins, Jude Owen Henderson, Isabel Morrow Hewitt, Mary Alexandra Hickey, Morgan Hill, Anna Louise Ho, Jennifer Hodge, Claire Elise Hood, Catelin Grace Houston, Audria Aerial Huggins, Lylian Douglas Hunter, Sara Grace Hyneman, Henry Lewis Jacob, Katherine Elizabeth Jo, Samuel Hwanhee Johnson, Luke Daniel Jones, Averie Taylor Kincaid, David William Kirkwood, Ryan Tray’Shawn Langley, Avery Marie Lewis, William Goodloe Lipsey, JaMichael Takyland Logan, Vincent Chase Lowery, Charles Gavin Lynch, Robert Michael Madkins, Sariah Monyae May, Sarah Lynlee McGinness, Arkady Walker McInnis, Taylor McKey, Jude McMillan, Andersen Elizabeth Mercier, Audrey Elizabeth Metts, Linley Ann-Marie Mims, Allyson Rhea Mitchell, Makalah Renea Montgomery, Joel David Moore, Hayden Tyler Moore, Kallie McKade Morarie, Veronica Magdalena Morse, Allie Lynn Mott, Tacie Jane Mullen, Bryce Owen Murphey, Archer Smith Murphey, Webb Smith Norphlet, Elijah JaQuon O’Dowd, Davis Winton Owens, Laila Arquel Pasco-Pranger, Asa James Patterson, Michael Elias Perry, Ada Grace Pettis, Keanna Ne’veah Ponder, Michael Stratton Porcha, Quincy Allen Porter, Sania Loronz Portera, Owen Samuel Radigan, Luke Thomas Regan, Natalie Grace Renfroe, Land Harris Rhodes, William Lawton Riddell, Ellis Walker Robertson, Lane Brice Rogers, Currie Benton Rousseau, Helen Reed Rowland, Margaret Herron Rucker, Tyler JaJuan Russell, Drake Alan Saenz-Lopez, Darlyn Karina Sanchez-Garcia, Carlos Sanders, Blake Lee Savage, Michael Baylor Schneider, Emery Kathryn Schove, John Stanley Seicshnaydre, Elizabeth Lee Sharp, Aaron Shipman, Bella Scott Short, Ethan Andrew Shows, Cashe Newell Shows, Ross Alan Shull, Charles Wallace Singletary, Matthew Ray Skipworth, Tyler Wesley Smith, Alexis Grace Smith, Chaffin Elizabeth Smith, L’Asia Shekendrea Smith, Larrmyne Colton Spears Smith, Lewis Wynne Smith, Zaria Tyanna Solomon, Ross Whitlow Stallings, James Kyle Stewart, Christian Hope Turner, John Preston Vaughn, Jakira Sharda Vaughn, Leona Abigale Waddell, Olivia Ann Webb, Dixon Thomas Webb, Wesley Whitaker, Martha Sutton JiLu Wicker, Addie Elise Wicker, Luke McNabb Wicker, Tyler Kent Wilfawn, Keegan Douglas Wilkinson, Mary Katherine Suzette Winters, Taylor Woodfin, Aiden Scott Yerger, Harlan Yoste, John Geraghty

Oxford High School Honor Roll – First Quarter 2017-2018

Principal’s List (All A’s) Abernathy, Frances Hazie Addy, Alaina Kathleen Al-Ostaz, Nadeen Ahmed Al-Sherri, Zynub A. Atchley, Abigail Taylor Austin, Lillian Rose Baker, Ellyn Elizabeth Bartholomew, Gretchen Case Beard, Ashley Paige Bial, Lauren Frances Boudreaux, Christian Thomas Boutwell, Allie Kathryn Buchanan, Niamke Conner Bundren, Megan Leigh Burcham, Abagail Elizabeth Buskes, Anneke Lee Jing Qiu Callicutt, William Houston Chatman, Raven Nichelle Cheng, Calendula Yunong Cizdziel, Claire Theresa Cizdziel, Siena Catherine Cohen, Ross Gabriel Coon, Walker Thomas Crawley, John-Russell Cooper Cromwell, Clay Hollingsworth Crouch, Carter Fox Deese, David Henry Doerksen, Edmund Siwei Duperier, Alfred Wortham Elgohry, Marawan Moustafa Farese, Ellis Kilbourne Forgette, Anna Kathryn Freeze, Jordan McKenzie Fruge’, Don Luis Gershon, Eve Miranda Golmon, Graham Truett Goulet, Gabrielle E Goulet, Nicole Mayan Grafton, Addison Hibbs Green, Johnson McCallum Greene, Mary Emma Heiskell, Lucia Lamar Hemmins, Lilian Carroll Ho, Vivian Thuy Hu, Edward Yang Johnson, Walter Warren Jones, Emma Katherine Jones, Grace Anne Kendricks, Mary Charles Larson, Anna Mathis Li, Qing Yun Ligon, John Allen Livingston, Magnolia B Lizotte, George Britson Logan, Grace Nicole Luber, Kurre Thomas Luke, Cayden Angela Mallette, Pope Dolby Maxwell, Ellinor Minhinnette McEachern, Lorie Jordan McIntosh, Ann Caroline McKey, James Keith McKey, Mia Maureen McPhail, Joshua Robert Meagher, John Micheal Mercier, Marcus Karl Mercier, Mary Isabella Metcalf, Zkyra Monique Meyers, Gillian Elizabeth Mills, Addison Marie Mitchell, Lilian Camille Mobley, Alexander James Moen, Rebekah Hannah Mounce, Abigail Lauren Mullen, Sarah Neely Nagle, Alexandra M Nelson, Lauren Anada Renee Norman, Neal Garner Norris, Joseph Landon O’Keefe, Daniel Ryan O’Keefe, Joseph Thomas Overby, Haeden Ryan Pasco-Pranger, Sadie Charlotte Patel, Karina Rakesh Patel, Suhani Ashok Patterson, George Alexander Pearson, Claire Love Pham-Dao, Albert Phu Pham, Tu Nha Anna Pittman, Cady Grace Quinn, Sophia Adams Randall, Hannah Elizabeth Ratliff, Sarah Ann Renfroe, Anna Lauren Rester, Ann Claire Rester, Sydney Ruth Riley, Katherine Cook Robinson, Joseph Daniel Rock, Katelyn Virginia Rogers, Donald Forrest Roland, Virginia Olivia Roth, Hays Spicer Shelton, Samuel David Simpson, Philip Ryan Smith, Keon De’Morris Smith, Lily McCalla Soto, Lorelai Makenzie Spillers, Hannah Elizabeth Stevens, Emily Elise Strum, Carissa Ann Sullivan, Ann Morgan Swords, Julia Adeline Tann, Julia Elizabeth Tannehill, Jack Rhea Teng, Emmanuelle Rachel Thompson, Addison Mae Thompson, Halford Madeline Torrent, James Thomas Travis, Jaxon Owen Van Ness, Peter Fancher Waller, Mary Marshall Ward, Andreel Ti’Keshia Webb, Jaqaun Darnell White, Ava Camille Williams, Ellen Benson Wymore, Martha Olivia Leigh Yerger, Sarah Jane Young, Carter Thomas Zediker, Charlie Evan

Teacher’s List (All A’s & B’s) Abel, Elijah Taylor Abraham, Katherine Louise Adams, Margaret Pepper Adamson, Michael Joel Addy, Elias James Alexander, Breiana LaShaye Andrews, Daniel Logan Archer, Thomas Neal Arnold, Madeline Jean Baggett, Tamyra Alicia Baker, Wilson Benton Barrett, Anna Katherine Beard, Brittni Gail Berry, Eleanor Alexander Best, Aubrey Caroline Bianco, Andrew Joseph Bianco, Samuel Marquette Bishop, Aubrey Reed Bishop, Mary Katherine Blake, Christian Quin-Maronye Boone, Morgan Taylor Boudreaux, Keith Anthony Boughton, Aaliyah Bourn, Gracie Caroline Bradley, Brandon DaShun Bradley, Connor Blake Bradley, Zachary Mar’Tez Brewer, Timothy Hutson Brines, Lawson Henry Brown, Ryan Edward Bruce, Owen Wulff Buskes, Elsie Lee Hua Da Byars, Kathryn Culpepper Byars, Wilton Vance Calderwood, Kathryn Rose Caldwell, Deijanee Nicole Campbell, Saniah Nicole Caraway, Savannah Eve Carothers, Karen Elise Carrington, William Tucker Carwyle, Davis Monroe Case, Catherine Bryan Case, Lucy Catherine Chandler, Lauren Claire Chiniche, Lucy Dale Cipkowski, Leo O’Neil Clark, Abigail Lynn Coleman, Alijah Montana Collins, Alice Cofield Cook, Mary Ellen Coon, Russell Connor Cooper, Jessica Lynn Copley, Jessica Elizabeth Cousar, Reece Franklin Creekmore, Catherine Elizabeth Crosby, Madison Elizabeth Culpepper, Robert Fallon Dabney, Sally Kate Davidson, Adrian J’Quarie Davis, Arden Alicia Davis, Emily R. Davis, Hallie Jane-Lord Dawkins, Anna Gabrielle Dear, Jackson Kent Desler, Elizabeth Brooks Douglas, Jonathan Michael Dukes, Kylin Maurice Durham, James Taylor Dyer, Grace Thompson Easley, Colby J. 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Comunicación Abierta se suma al lanzamiento digital de la Acción global #NosDuelen56 del 15 de mayo de 2017.

Creemos que es necesario dar visibilización a esta acción, promovida desde Prensa Comunitaria, porque no podemos olvidar, no podemos dejar que sigan pasando crímenes como éste. Esperamos que el arte, desde la comunicación, sirva para ese propósito.

CONTEXTO

En Guatemala asistimos a una de las masacres más atroces en la historia del país y de Nuestra América. El 8 de marzo de este año, 56 niñas fueron puestas bajo llave y posteriormente quemadas vivas. De ellas, 41 fallecieron y 15 están gravemente heridas. Pese a los llamados de auxilio, la Policía no abrió la puerta.

Ellas se encontraban bajo el resguardo y la protección del Estado. Este crimen no tiene precedente. A penas se encuentran tres funcionarios públicos en prisión, quienes tuvieron la responsabilidad inmediata del Hogar Seguro “Virgen de la Asunción”. Una noche antes, ellas habían querido escapar de este lugar donde según sus propios testimonios, sufrían violaciones sexuales.

SOBRE LA ACCIÓN

#NosDuelen56 es un grito por la justicia desde el arte, el periodismo, el medioactivismo y los feminismos. Es un ejercicio de memoria colectiva y de dignificación de las 56 niñas de Guatemala. Es una contribución contra la impunidad y el olvido.

Prensa Comunitaria convocó a 57 artistas de México, Argentina, Francia, Italia, España y Guatemala para ilustrar los 41 rostros de las niñas, como un homenaje a ellas y sus familias.

Créditos: Prensa Comunitaria (convocante), nombres de los artistas por ilustración.

Para obtener más información pueden escribir al correo: [email protected] y [email protected]

EN REDES

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Participa más allá del espacio digital y del 15 de mayo

Todas las personas pueden participar y ser parte de una acción más que busca justicia por las mujeres porque #NiUnaMenos #NosDuelen56.

Se pueden compartir todos los días que se pueda, para contribuir a generar conciencia y a que no se nos olviden las 56 niñas de Guatemala.

Se pueden imprimir las ilustraciones para empapelar las calles de tu ciudad o de tu barrio.

Se pueden imprimir las ilustraciones para exponerlas en centros culturales, escuelas y lugares de reunión y de organización. Se pueden hacer postales o tarjetas.

Se pueden llevar a marchas, manifestaciones y lugares de congregación en mantas o pancartas, para pedir por justicia porque #NosDuelen56.

ILUSTRACIONES

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1. Rosa Julia Espino Tobar, por Isa Valladares

2. Indira Jarisa Pelicó Orellana, por Claudia Navarro

3. Daria Dalila López Meda, por Enrique Flores

3. Daria Dalila López Meda, por Pigmento Negro

4. Achley Gabriela Méndez Ramírez, por Walter Wirtz

5. Yemmi Aracely Ramírez Siquín, por Marilinda Guerrero

6. Jaqueline Paola Catinac López, por Gil Amado

7. Siona Hernández García, por Sheyda Sabetian

8. Josselyn Maricela García Flores, por Eyla Luján

9. Mayra Haydeé Chutan Urías, por Xanderall

10. Skarlet Yajaira Pérez Jiménez, por Soph Ramírez

11. Yohana Desiré Cuy Urízar, por Baku Estrada

12. Rosalinda Victoria Ramírez Pérez, por Melanie Forne

13. Madelyn Patricia Hernández Hernández, por Daniel Morales

14. Sarvía Isel Barrientos Reyes, por Martin Tojnola

14. Sarvía Isel Barrientos Reyes, por Victoria Martos

14. Sarvía Isel Barrientos Reyes, por Miguel Gallardo

14. Sarvía Isel Barrientos Reyes, por Diana Depietri

14. Sarvía Isel Barrientos Reyes, por Alejandra Pineda

15. Ana Nohemí Morales Galindo, por Cintia Bolio

15. Ana Nohemí Morales Galindo, por Antonia Santolaya Ruiz-Clavijo

16. Ana Rubidia Chocooj Chutá, por Claudia Navarro

17. Jilma Sucely Carías López, por Sandy Rodriguez

17. Jilma Sucely Carías López, por Esperanza Leon Jimenez

17. Jilma Sucely Carías López, por Joaquin Lopez Cruz

17. Jilma Sucely Carías López, por Gusti Rosenffet

17. Jilma Sucely Carías López, por Alfredo Gonzales

18. Yoselín Beatriz Ventura Pérez, por Morena III

19. Grindy Jazmín Carias López, por Lucía Ixchíu

19. Grindy Jazmín Carias López, por Andrés Andrade

20. Mari Carmen Ramírez Melgar, por Desiree Cordón

21. Keila Rebeca López Salguero, por Pigmento Negro

22. Kimberly Mishel Palencia Ortíz, por Lucía Morán Giracca

23. Nancy Paola Vela García, por Antonia Santolaya Ruiz-Clavijo

23. Nancy Paola Vela García, por Nelton Rivera

24. Estefany Sucely Véliz Pablo, por Alfredo González

24. Estefany Sucely Véliz Pablo, por Leo Dosbe

25. Lilian Andrea Gómez Arceno, por Adrián Oliva

26. Mirza Rosmery López Tojil, por Anikka Lehnhoff

27. Ana Roselia Pérez Junay, por Andrea Gómez

28. Grisna Yamilet Cu Ulán, por Luis Perez Ortiz “LPO”

28. Grisna Yamilet Cu Ulán, por Alejandro Galindo

29. Melani Yanira De León Palencia, por Michi Gonzales

30. Luisa Fernanda Joj González, por Juan Pablo Canale

31. Daily Analí Domingo Martínez, por Astrid Caballeros

32. Iris Yodenis León Pérez, por Juan Pensamiento Velasco

32. Iris Yodenis León Pérez, por Juan Ballesta

33. Candelaria Melendrez Hernández, por Luisi Rodriguez

34. Milenie Eloisa Rac Hernández, por Kristian de Leon

35. Celia María López Aranda, por Amaya Uscola

35. Celia María López Aranda, por Moni Cruz

36. Hashly Angelie Rodríguez Hernández, por Rodolfo de Leon

36. Hashly Angelie Rodríguez Hernández, por Paula Morales

37. Sara Nohemí Lima Ascón, por Quimy De León

38. Yusbeli Yubitza Merari Maquín Gómez, por Manuel Martinez Meseguer

39. Silvia Milexi Rivera Sánchez, por Maria Andrée Paiz

40. Yosselin Yamileth Barahona Beltrán, por Álvaro Sánchez

41. Wendy Anahí Vividor Ramírez, por Marielle Che

CRÉDITOS

Nombre niña Edad Artista País 1. Rosa Julia Espino Tobar 16 Isa Valladares Guatemala 2. Indira Jarisa Pelicó Orellana 17 Claudia Navarro México 3. Daria Dalila López Meda 16 Pigmento Negro (1) Guatemala Enrique Flores (2) España 4. Achley Gabriela Méndez Ramírez 15 Walter Wirtz Guatemala 5. Yemmi Aracely Ramírez Siquín 15 Marilinda Guerrero Guatemala 6. Jaqueline Paola Catinac López 15 Gil Amado Guatemala 7. Siona Hernández García 17 Sheyda Sabetian Guatemala 8. Josselyn Marisela García Flores 16 Eyla Lujan Guatemala 9. Mayra Haydeé Chután Urías, 16 Xanderall Guatemala 10. Skarlet Yajaira Pérez Jiménez 15 Soph Ramirez Guatemala 11. Yohana Desiré Cuy Urízar 15 Baku Estrada Guatemala 12. Rosalinda Victoria Ramírez Pérez 15 Melanie Forne Francia 13. Madelyn Patricia Hernández Hernández, 14 Daniel Morales Guatemala 14. Sarvía Isel Barrientos Reyes 14 Alejandra Pineda (1) Guatemala Miguel gallardo (2) España Diana Depietri (3) Argentina Martin Tojnola (4) Victoria Martos (5) 15. Ana Nohemí Morales Galindo 16 Antonia Santolaya Ruiz-Clavijo (1) España Cintia Bolio (2) México 16. Ana Rubidia Chocooj Chutá 16 Claudia Navarro México 17. Jilma Sucely Carías López 14 Sandy Rodriguez (1) Guatemala Alfredo Gonzales (2) Argentino Gusti Rosenffet (3) España Esperanza Leon Jimenez (4) España Esperanza Leon Jimenez (5) España Joaquin Lopez Cruz (6) España 18. Yoselín Beatriz Ventura Pérez 15 Morena III Guatemala 19. Grindy Jazmín Carias López 16 Andrés Andrade (1) Guatemala Lucía Ixchíu (2) Guatemala 20. Mari Carmen Ramírez Melgar 14 Desiree Cordón Guatemala 21. Keila Rebeca López Salguero 17 Pigmento Negro (las dos son del mismo artista) Guatemala 22. Kimberly Mishel Palencia Ortíz 17 Lucía Morán Giracca Guatemala 23. Nancy Paola Vela García 15 Elizabeth Sandoval (1) Guatemala Nelton Rivera (2) Guatemala Antonia Santolaya Ruiz-Clavijo (3) España 24. Estefany Sucely Véliz Pablo 16 Leo Dosbe (1) Guatemala Alfredo Gonzalez (2) Argentina 25. Lilian Andrea Gómez Arceno 13 Adrián Oliva Guatemala 26. Mirza Rosmery López Tojil 16 Anikka Lehnhoff Guatemala 27. Ana Roselia Pérez Junay 14 Andrea Gómez Guatemala 28. Grisna Yamileth Cu Ulán 15 Luis Perez Ortiz “LPO” (1) España Alejandro Galindo (2) España 29. Melani Yanira De León Palencia 15 Michi Gonzales Guatemala 30. Luisa Fernanda Joj González 16 Juan Pablo Canale Guatemala 31. Daily Analí Domingo Martínez 15 Astrid Caballeros Guatemala 32. Iris Yodenis León Pérez 14 Juan Pensamiento Velasco (1) Guatemala Juan Ballesta (2) España 33. Candelaria Melendrez Hernández 17 Luisi Rodriguez Guatemala 34. Milenie Eloisa Rac Hernández 17 Kristian de Leon Guatemala 35. Celia María López Aranda 15 Moni Cruz (1) Guatemala Amaya Uscola (2) España 36. Hashly Angelie Rodríguez Hernández 14 Rodolfo de Leon (1) Guatemala Paula Morales (2) Guatemala 37. Sara Nohemi Lima Ascón 17 Quimy De León Guatemala 38. Yusbeli Yubitza Merari Maquín Gómez 14 Manuel Martinez Meseguer España 39. Silvia Milexi Rivera Sánchez 17 Maria Andrée Paiz Guatemala 40. Yosselin Yamileth Barahona Beltrán 15 Álvaro Sánchez Guatemala 41. Wendy Anahí Vividor Ramírez 16 Marielle Che Guatemala

Ilustraciones generales

Gerardo Monterroso (ilustración 1) Guatemala Lucía Morán Giracca (ilustración 2) Guatemala Angela Mariluz y Damaris Magdalena Francisco Diego (ilustración 3 entre las dos niñas que son hermanitas) Guatemala

#NosDuelen56 Porque no podemos dejar pasar impune un crimen así #Guatemala Comunicación Abierta se suma al lanzamiento digital de la Acción global #NosDuelen56 del 15 de mayo de 2017.

#Activismo #Derechos #Infoactivismo

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November 11

Aka my birthday fic for Felix! Dolores wants to make the best possible cake for Felix, with…mixed results. Enjoy!

“Camilo, don’t eat the frosting!” Dolores hissed.

Camilo groaned and rolled his eyes. “Whyyyy? I just like how it tastes!” he complained as he licked each white frosted finger.

“You’re disgusting,” Dolores hip bumped him aside. “Hands off my cake.” She continued beating the eggs and letting the yolk fall into the bowl. “Now all I need is the flour.”

Camilo reached for the flour with his free hand, Dolores taking it.

“You’re no fun,” Camilo huffed, glaring at her.

“No, I’m loads of fun, actually,” Dolores protested. “I can be silly too.” She remembered the time she and Antonio were coloring on Camilo’s face as he slept, or the time when she and Mirabel humbled him and Isabela in a pranking contest that lasted weeks. “But unlike you, I know when to be serious.”

“I can be serious,” Camilo said as he continued eating the frosting.

Dolores snorted, pouring a cup of milk into the bowl.

“No, I’m being for real right now. Dolores, look at me. I can be serious.”

Dolores rolled her eyes and ignored him as she stirred.

“You’re not looking.”

Dolores sighed, looking at her baby brother, whose face was forced into a grim frown.

Dolores blinked at him. “Oh my gosh, Camilo, you’re totally right,” she said sarcastically. “You’re being serious.”

But that seriousness didn’t last long, as the two siblings burst into laughter, Camilo gripping the edge of the counter for stability, Dolores bending down to the floor as she gripped the bowl and—

Wait, the bowl?

Unfortunately, Dolores gripped the bowl as she was falling over laughing even though she meant to grip the counter, and it came tumbling over as she collapsed to the floor in a fit of giddy hysterics. The contents of the would-have-been cake spilling onto her head, dousing her once radiant curls, face, and blouse as she sat on the floor and her laughter ceased.

Camilo paused, and stared at his sister.

Dolores lifted her arms and made sure to keep them a good distance away from her body as she shook the disgusting mixture off of her skin, it splattering on the floors and cupboards. Struggling to open her eyes, she felt Camilo pry a tissue into her hands. She grabbed them and began wiping furiously at her eyes until she could see again, but the tissue was barely usable enough to wipe her whole face by the time she was done.

She felt utterly crushed. Her cake, the birthday cake she had been making for her Papi, was all ruined. And now she’d have to start all over.

It wasn’t long before she felt tears streaming from her eyes, as she hiccuped and croaked in agony, disgusted with herself as the salty rivers mixed in with the cake mix.

Camilo didn’t know what to say.

Dolores could hear her brother bending down to where she was sitting, perching in front of her on his knees as she felt his hands place themselves on her shoulders.

“Princesa,” he said softly, uttering her pet name.

“What?” Dolores demanded fiercely.

“Hey, it’s okay, hermana. The good news is…”

Dolores listened, waiting for him to say something uplifting.

And then he began licking the cake mixture off of her face.

Dolores’ eyes widened in disgust.

“At least you taste good!” Camilo licked his lips and giggled before leaning in again, but Dolores wasn’t having it. She slapped him across the face with her palm before recoiling in disgust.

“What the hell, hermanito?” Dolores roared. “The cake was ruined and it’s all your fault!”

Camilo’s smile faded the instant he was slapped by Dolores. Still clutching his pinkened cheek, he stared up at her with widened, sad eyes. “My fault?” He said, a genuinely grim frown overtaking his boyish features this time. “But how is it—“

“Because, dumbass, you were fooling around while I was trying to be serious! I just wanted to make a cake for Papi that I knew he would enjoy, because he’s a total sweet tooth! Everybody knows that! But you had to go and keep up the jester attitude and couldn’t just focus on the damn cake! And then you tried eating it off my face regardless? How am I supposed to be happy?”

“But Lola,” Camilo sobbed. “I—“

“Shut. Up.”

Camilo felt tears of his own trickling down, for more reasons than one.

“I’m done.” Dolores stomped off. “I’m taking a shower and then I’m going to my room. I’m done.”

Dolores wasn’t done of course. She was still going to bake something for Felix, perhaps cupcakes instead of a cake? She just wasn’t going to tell Camilo or let him be in on it.

“Lola, I’m sorry—“

“I said I’m DONE!”

Camilo froze, watching Dolores storm upstairs, and sighed.

Mirabel walked out of the bathroom to see Dolores standing there, drenched in a sticky, soft substance. “Woah, prima, are you okay? You look like you got into a fight with a pastry and lost.”

“I’m fine, move.” Dolores shoved Mirabel aside and slammed the bathroom door.

“Huh. Oh. All right. Rude.”

Mirabel walked downstairs to see Camilo cleaning up the kitchen, the messy substance all over the floor, counter, sink, and cupboards looking exactly like what Dolores was covered in. Camilo placed an indigo bowl that was rolling on its side into the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet before wiping the rest of the counter clean.

He was crying.

“Camilo?” Mirabel said tentatively. She couldn’t stand to hear another sniffle.

Camilo wiped his eyes and mouth with a napkin, ignoring his cool-colored cousin.

“Camilo, are you okay?” Mirabel asked again, trying to get his attention.

“I’m fine.” Camilo said, turning off the faucet and washing the bowl.

“You don’t wanna talk about it or anything?” Mirabel tilted her head. “What happened with you and Dolores?”

“It’s none of your business,” Camilo curtly replied.

Mirabel crossed her arms. “If you did something to upset her—“

Camilo groaned and rolled his eyes. “Of course you take Dolores’ side without even knowing the situation. After all, I’m just a silly little clown who messes everything up, aren’t I Mirab—“

“But you did, didn’t you?”

Freeze. Then Camilo sighed. “Y-yes. And so what?”

“What happened?” Mirabel asked.

“We were making a cake for Papi’s birthday. Well, she was making it. I was goofing off like an idiot until I made her spill it.”

Mirabel chuckled. “Aww, I’m sorry about that, primo. Want me to help you make a new cake?”

“Hmmm. Can you bake?”

“Not a bit.”

“Neither can I.”

Mirabel sighed.

“Well anyway I’m going to my room. Goodnight.”

“You’re taking a nap?” Mirabel asked.

“Why not?” Camilo said, patting Mirabel on the shoulder. “G’bye.”

Mirabel shrugged as she watched Camilo strut off to his room.

🧡

A few hours later, Mariano made his way over to Casita. He had been cleaning his room when he came across a sketchbook that clearly wasn’t his. Recognizing it as Camilo’s based on the art style, he was intent on giving it back to him.

He walked up the door to Casita, but didn’t even get the chance to knock on the door or ring the doorbell before the door swung open, the tiles clattering in welcome.

“Hola Casita,” Mariano said, waving with a smile as was tradition to do when entering the sentient house.

He walked up the stairs to Camilo’s bedroom and knocked on the door. Flipping through the pages, he was indeed impressed at how good Camilo’s artwork was.

The door opened, and Mariano stepped in, but quickly realized that Camilo hadn’t opened the door but that Casita had done it herself.

He shuddered. He wasn’t scared of the house by any means, but it was going to take some time to get used to.

He walked through the multicolored room covered in mirrors until he got to Camilo’s bedside. He saw the boy lying down on his stomach, clutching a blue pillow as he buried his face in it, his breathing soft yet ragged.

Mariano knew not to trouble him just then, but he did so anyway.

“Camilo?” He asked tentatively.

Camilo’s entire body jerked up in shock as his head sprang up, and he placed a hand to his chest.

“Mariano?” He breathed. “Oh. Hey. Wassup.” He wiped his eyes with his fingers, and Mariano realized he had been crying. “Did you come to see Dolores?” He twirled, shapeshifting into Dolores in a millisecond, and made kissy faces at Mariano while clasping his hands together.

Mariano’s unnerved face was all Camilo needed to come back to reality. He turned back into himself. “I was just kidding man, chill out.” He laughed weakly. “I have a girlfriend, anyway.”

“Oh, you do?” Mariano asked.

Camilo didn’t answer, as he noticed what was in Mariano’s hands. He quickly reached and grabbed it, snatching it angrily and clutching it tightly to his chest like it was helping him to breathe.

“Why do you have this?!” He freaked out.

Mariano raised two hands in the air in defense. “Relax. I was only returning it to you. You left it at my house.”

“Oh.” Camilo said.

Mariano sat down on the bed. Camilo didn’t invite him to do so, but nonetheless he didn’t make him get up.

“Your artwork is very nice by the way.” Mariano chuckled. “I couldn’t even begin to draw that way when I was your age. I still can’t. You have a talent, chico. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“You mean…you looked? Without my permission?” Camilo demanded angrily.

Mariano blinked and turned to him. “Was I not supposed to?”

“No! If you want to look next time, you gotta ask first, man! Sheesh. This is why I don’t show anybody anything. Just because I can draw doesn’t mean I want to make a career out of it, y’know? I draw because it’s fun, that’s it. The last thing I want to do is make money from it because then it becomes all about the money and not about doing what I love. I have much better things to do with my life anyway.”

“Like?”

“Like none of your business.” Camilo flopped down to lie on his back, hands under his pillow. “Anyway, did you really come to see me or did you just want to see Dolores?”

“I—“

“Because if so she’s already asleep.”

“Oh. Well, since I’m here, I guess I can talk to you.” Mariano paused, looking at the book which was resting on Camilo’s stomach, moving with each inhale and exhale. “Can I see your artwork, ¿por favor?”

“No.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay. I respect that. So, why were you crying?”

Camilo was silent for a long time, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Cami—“

Camilo shoved the book in his hands. “Sure, actually.”

Mariano turned his head down towards the book, then back to Camilo, who rolled his eyes and gestured towards the book with his head.

“What, do you, do you want me to take it back?” He stretched up from his position lying face up and reached with his right arm for the book, but Mariano held it out of his grasp.

“No, I…I want to see what’s in it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Mariano took a deep breath, then flipped through the pages of the book. He was rather impressed with what he saw in it. Although he was aware of Camilo’s eyes being fixated on him, he didn’t allow himself to become too tense as he admired each and every human portrait. Camilo didn’t just draw his family and friends, but random people he saw walking about in the Encanto as well.

“Wow, you sure do draw your sister a lot.” Mariano smiled, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the loveliest portrait of Dolores smiling and eating an arepa he had ever seen. “As well as you and her.”

“She’s not the only person I draw, but yeah.” Camilo nodded. “I draw her a lot because she’s pretty and I love her.”

Mariano nodded. “I agree.”

“Of course you do,” Camilo yawned and rolled his head to the side, as well as his eyes, as Mariano continued to look through the book. He chuckled as he saw a picture of Mirabel with her arms wrapped around Camilo’s neck, biting his ear as said older cousin winced, and flipped to see a drawing of—

Him.

One of him smiling a dashing, bedazzling grin as hearts were scribbled around his head.

He paused awkwardly.

Camilo sensed his tenseness and instantly sprang up, seeing the picture. “Th-that was then!” He stuttered, squeaking. “I—I’m over…that…now! Like I said, I have a girlfriend! And I’m happy with her! Hm!”

“Okay.” Mariano pretended that little…scenario…never happened as he continued to look through the pictures. One was of Isabela sleeping. “Did you actually draw this when she was asleep?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah. She looked so peaceful and happy. I had to capture it. I thought she would kill me when she found it, but she was very happy, actually, and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Heh. Which was kind of embarrassing, actually.”

“I see,” Mariano said as he continued combing through the pictures. “Oh! And is this your girlfriend?” He asked, gesturing to a picture of a cute young Black girl with her hair in a low puff, and who was sitting sideways on the floor, smiling.

“Uh…” Camilo blushed, heat rising around his collar as he tugged it. “Y-yeah. Her name’s Emiliana.”

“Oh? Well, she is quite lovely.”

Camilo giggled sheepishly. “I know right, she is, I’m so lucky!”

Mariano smiled at Camilo, who blushed and flipped his ruana to cover his face, and went right on looking. “Wow. You draw her a lot. Something tells me you really do love her.”

Camilo smiled. “Of course I do! I wouldn’t be dating her if I wasn’t utterly in love with her. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me in a good long while. You know, on our last date, we…”

Camilo continued to ramble on about him and his wonderful girlfriend, Mariano pretending to listen by nodding along as he continued looking at the artwork. One had Pepa and Felix holding hands with a younger Camilo in the middle of them. Another had two random kids from Camilo’s school, another had Julieta handing Dolores a pandebono. Another had Emiliana and Mirabel.

But the last picture was the one Mariano liked the most. A picture of Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio, each sitting behind the other. Camilo was styling Antonio’s hair in cornrows, Dolores doing the same to Camilo’s own hair.

It made Mariano smile and wipe the tears from his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he did such things with his siblings.

Camilo noticed his tearing up and sat up.“Huh…yeah, we do that a lot. You know, after we were done, I gave Dolores cornrows myself. Since after all there’s only three of us.” He awkwardly took the sketchbook from Mariano. “Aaaanyway, that’s enough of my show-stopping talent for today.”

Mariano nodded.

“What, are you crying? Duuuude,” Camilo giggled and bumped the man with his shoulder playfully. “There’s no need for the waterworks, bro. I’m proud of my artwork too.”

“It’s not that, it’s…my siblings don’t…they don’t like me.”

“Huh, how come? I mean, you’re a totally awesome guy!”

“You think so?”

“Well yeah, tonto! Except when you’re insecure about yourself, like you’re doing right now!”

“Thanks, chico. But…lately my sisters and brother and I haven’t been on good terms lately the way we used to. I’m not really comfortable going into how and why this happened, but…nowadays it’s like I barely even know them anymore. And that’s part of the reason I moved out too, because literally nobody in my family wants anything to do with me except for my little sister who begged to come along, she’s my best friend, and also because my Abuela really needs someone to take care of her. So seeing you be close with your sister and brother despite the large age gap makes me so happy.” He ruffled Camilo’s hair as if Camilo were his own little brother, making him grin. “Please never, ever lose that.”

“Awww, thanks,” Camilo smiled. “But I’m afraid I’ve already lost that.”

“What do you mean?” Mariano asked.

“Well…” Camilo bowed his head to the ground, staring into his lap. “We were going to make a cake for my dad’s birthday, hmm? And I didn’t really take it seriously and I spilled the cake mixture all over her and it’s all my fault.”

“Hey, chin up, chico!” Mariano said, lightly patting his shoulder. “It’s just a tiny mistake. You can always make the cake again. Just take it seriously this time!”

“But she said she’s done. She doesn’t want to make the cake anymore.” Camilo’s emerald green eyes glistened with tears that stung to the bottom of his eyelids and dampened his lashes. “That’s..that’s why I was crying earlier. I feel like such a disappointment, like I’m a terrible little brother. I should have helped princesa with the cake and not tried to mess everything up with those stupid jokes of mine. And now she’s mad at me. I wanna say sorry but…she won’t talk to me. And now she’s asleep.”

Mariano gazed down at the young teen sympathetically. And that’s when he had an idea.

“Hey,” he stood up and took Camilo’s hand. “How about you and I make a cake for your Papa? If you’re still up to it, that is. Maybe that can make up for you failing to help Dolores. While still having something for your Papa to enjoy on his birthday? That sounds like a good idea, no?”

Camilo paused and thought about it. “I…I guess so. Sure!”

“Great!” The two males exited Camilo’s room and shut the door behind them.

“But we should go to your house,” Camilo said. “Because Dolores is gonna wake up any minute, now.”

“Oh really?” Mariano asked. “How do you know?” He grinned. “Do you have super hearing?”

“Oh no. I’m just her brother. That’s all.”

Mariano chuckled, nodded, and then the two left.

🧡

Just as they were closing the door to Casita behind them, Dolores did wake up.

She yawned before slipping out of bed and walking up to her vanity. Frowning at her reflection, she noticed that her hair was messed up. She had to fix that. And not to mention she wanted to do her makeup too.

About half an hour later, she left her room to go brush her teeth and use the bathroom. Throughout all of this, there was something that she had forgotten to do, but she wasn’t sure what.

It was only when she was absentmindedly heading downstairs that she remembered. She was going to bake something for Papa’s birthday!

Hopefully Camilo wasn’t going to interrupt her plans.

She got downstairs to the kitchen, which had been miraculously cleaned up and polished, with all evidence of her and Camilo’s earlier baking accident completely nonexistent. She guessed someone else must have come across the disaster in the kitchen and cleaned it up because they wanted to use the kitchen too. After all, it wasn’t like Camilo to fix what he left behind.

“Yes!” Dolores said to herself, hurrying to get the mixing bowl, milk, eggs, white sugar, and baking powder out of the various cupboards. “This is the perfect opportunity to—“ she hiccuped.

Crap. Dolores hated when she got the hiccups. Once that happened, it always took forever for them to go away.

She poured herself a glass of water, and downed it all in one gulp.

“Anyway. This is the perfect opportunity to bake something that I know Papa will enjoy!”

She took out Julieta’s cookbook and flipped through the pages.

“Hmmm. I think I’ll make tres leches cake. Yeah. Papa will enjoy that!”

She preheated the oven to 175 degrees Celsius, then took out a 10-by-15 baking dish and began greasing it. Now she was ready.

Beating the egg whites into a bowl, Dolores was happy to make this delicious cake for Papa. She was especially glad that Camilo wasn’t here to “help” her and ruin the whole thing. She was, in fact, so focused on the cake that she didn’t even know where Camilo was. She guessed he was in his room, wallowing in his misery and the fact that he wasn’t able to take anything seriously(not that that was her problem). But if she had actually listened, she would know that Camilo was at Mariano’s house and was currently taking baking a cake with him very, very seriously.

It wasn’t long before Mirabel came into the room. “Hey, prima. What’s up?”

Dolores didn’t acknowledge Mirabel at first, adding vanilla extract to the mixing bowl as her head stretched to look at the recipe dictated in her Tia’s cookbook, muttering and mumbling something to herself. She was so lost in focusing that she didn’t even notice her cousin was there. Mirabel almost wondered if Dolores even heard her.

“Mmm…I should add more flower.”

Mirabel walked over to her prima daintily and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Go away Camilo. I don’t want to deal with you today.”

“I’m not Camilo.”

Dolores turned around to look at Mirabel. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Dolores tuned in to listen to Camilo, who was entering Mariano’s house. “Oh.”

“So you’re making a cake?” Mirabel peered over Dolores’ shoulder.

“Yes,” Dolores said, moving so that Mirabel couldn’t see. “By myself. I’m not having Camilo help me because the last time he tried to help he ruined it. So if you don’t mind…”

“Why can’t I help?” Mirabel frowned.

“Because I can’t risk any more freak accidents,” Dolores stated flatly.

“I won’t let that happen!”

Dolores rolled her eyes as she stirred the bowl, tasted some of the cake batter, then frowned and went back to the fridge. “Needs more milk.” She took milk out of the fridge and poured some into the bowl.

Mirabel, for some reason, continued on talking. “Please, I promise I won’t mess up! I’m not like your brother. I’m not accident-prone and I won’t mess everything up! I just wanna help!”

Dolores sighed. “Ugh. Fine. But you must follow my every instruction to a T. Got it?”

“Of course Dolores!” Mirabel perked up, beaming.

“Great!” Dolores gestured with her hand for Mirabel to step over to the kitchen counter, which she did.

Meanwhile, Mariano had invited Camilo into his house. The two were in the kitchen, ready to cook something for Felix.

“So, what shall we bake?” Mariano asked.

Camilo pondered, flipping through the cookbook that Mariano has provided for him.

“Ooh!” Mariano stopped Camilo from flipping to point at a recipe for brazo de reina. “We could make that—“

“Can’t eat fruits.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, man. Look, how about we make Enyucado?”

“Enyucado? I’ve never had that…”

“Well, of course you haven’t,” Camilo snorted in condescension. “It’s something mi Abuela on my father’s side used to make him and his siblings, and is from the Caribbean region.” Placing the book to lean upright against the back part of the counter, clearly Camilo was insistent on making this, not accepting disagreement from the older man. “Dolores and I had it all the time when we were kids and it was delicious! But I stopped because I kept getting it stuck in my teeth and it made me cry.”

“Wait, but what about the coconuts and guava jam? Aren’t those in the ingredients?”

Camilo blinked, then shrugged. “I guess we’re just going to have to make it without them, I guess.”

“Really?”

“Yeah bro, I’ve been eating it like that for years.” The younger boy glanced up at his sister’s fiancé in disbelief. “Wait, have you really never eaten this before?”

Mariano shook his head.

“Shut up.”

Mariano shrugged awkwardly.

“Shut UP!” Camilo’s eyes glistened as he was on the verge of laughter.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, anyway, you’re really missing out. So let’s start making it now!”

Mariano nodded.

🧡

Dolores opened the oven to take out the cake. “It’s ready Mira.”

Mira placed her cards down—she was so close to winning!—and sprang up to join Dolores in the kitchen.

“Is it good?”

“Only one way to find out!” Dolores took a toothpick and stuck it into the cake. Taking it out, she was relieved to see that the cake was indeed baked properly.

“Awesome!” Dolores celebrated. “Now all we have to do is wait fifteen minutes before we get to the best part, which is pouring the milk on the cake.

Mirabel giggled. “I can’t wait!”

Fifteen minutes later, the girls had mixed the cream, sweetened condensed milk, and evaporated milk and poured them onto the cake. They then added the whipped cream and cinnamon frosting.

“And now we’re all done,” Dolores finally stated, as she refrigerated the cake. “Wow. That was a lot of fun!”

“It was!” Mirabel squeaked. “See, I told you I could help you make the perfect cake for Tío! He’ll be so surprised, I just know he’ll enjoy it, and Mami will too!”

“I know, mi prima, I know.” Dolores reached out to give Mirabel a hug, which she reciprocated. “I’m sorry I assumed you wouldn’t be of any help. I shouldn’t have judged you. Without you, I wouldn’t have made the cake as quickly, and it sure wouldn’t have been as fun either. Some things are best done in a team! And a team in which both partners care about the outcomes too!” She kissed Mirabel softly on the forehead. “Thank you for helping me make the cake, I couldn’t be more appreciative.”

“You’re wel—“

“Cake? What cake?”

The girls froze and looked up. Dolores gulped. Standing right before the two cousins…was their father and uncle.

“Oh, hey Papa!” Dolores stammered. “What’s up?”

“Oh, I just wanted to talk to my lovely princesas!” Felix walked up to stand between them and wrapped an arm around both girls. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No, not at all!” Mirabel said, shaking in her boots. They had to take out the cake in an hour so that they could properly wrap it in aluminum foil, but they couldn’t do that with Felix there…

“So, what are you girls making?” Felix asked. “I hear you two made cake! I sure do love a good slice of cake! Can I have some?” He turned to Dolores, grinning and leering closer mischievously. “Hmm?”

“Oh, I’d love to, Papa, but umm, me and Mirabel already had the last slice.”

“Oh, I see.” Felix removed his arms from around his daughter’s and niece’s waists. “Well, that’s a bummer. I suppose I have to wait till my birthday then.”

This was where Dolores and Mirabel started to panic. “B-b-b—“

Felix frowned, looking sad. “Aww, don’t tell me you forgot my birthday, chicas.”

“Oh no, Tío, we didn’t!” It’s just that—“

“It’s just that what?” Felix asked them, looking as disappointed as ever.

Dolores was on the verge of tears. She knew she had to keep this a surprise, but how could she say no to her father’s adorable sad eyes? She almost wanted to comfort him by letting him have a peek of some of the cake. Or even a tiny slice. But then that would ruin the surprise for when his actual birthday arrived. But leaving Felix alone felt equally guilty.

Mirabel was still trying to come up with a solution. “Well…”

“Papa!” That’s when the door opened.

“Yes, mijo?” Felix asked, Camilo running around the kitchen to join his papa on the other side.

Camilo wrapped Felix in a hug, then took him by the shoulders and bounced up and down. “Oh, papa papa papa, you won’t believe it! So I was at the store today, right? And I was going through the clothing isles, and I saw—“ he paused to take a deep breath, his fingers fluttering about as he grinned In ecstasy, tears stinging around his eyes as he fanned himself. “I saw the cutest ruana I ever laid my eyes on!!! And I wanted to buy it so badly, but I didn’t have enough pesos. It’s even orange, just like the shirt you wear, Pa!”

“Really?” Felix asked, raising an eyebrow as he grinned.

“Really! Yes! And it reminded me of you, so I begged the shopkeeper to keep it on hold for me while I ran to get my dad, and it’s the last one in stock too so this is a really big deal! So can you please buy it for me?”

Felix looked at the girls, who were confused but quickly nodded their heads.

“Oh, all right, son. You seem to be the only one who wants to spend time with me, lately.”

“Yay!” Camilo beamed, grabbed Felix’s hand, and ran away. “Then let’s go now! Because he said that if I’m not back in twenty minutes sharp he’s gonna give the ruana to the boy who was behind me in line.”

“Oh, that can’t be good,” Felix said.

They went out the door, Camilo winking at his sister and cousin before closing it behind them.

And Mirabel and Dolores were nonetheless stunned.

“Did he just…help us?” Mirabel asked.

“Seems like it.” Dolores was frozen in shock. Finally breaking out of her catatonic state, she shook her head violently. “Ah well, he probably has some ulterior motives, you know how it is.”

🧡

Felix walked at a quick pace behind his son who was running and panting. “Wait for me, Camilo, your father’s turning 52, his old bones don’t work like they used to.”

“Come on, Papa, don’t be a dinosaur,” Camilo retorted. “I really want that ruana!”

“I can tell,” Felix said.

When they finally got to the store, Felix noticed that Camilo was sweating bullets, and not the kind that come from overexerting yourself.

“Camilo?” Felix asked. “Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, y-yeah.” Camilo gulped, wondering how he was going to get out of this lie.

“Where’s the ruana you want?” Felix asked.

“I-I don’t remember, I have to go find it.”

“Okay, take your time. I’ll wait here while you go search.” Felix waited at the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

Camilo nodded awkwardly and went into the clothing isle. But all he saw were…dresses? Whoops. Never mind. He was in the women’s clothing aisle. He went to the men’s clothing aisle.

Secretly he had lied to his father about a ruana that didn’t exist. Both so that he could cover for Mirabel and Dolores and so that his father wouldn’t know he was at Mariano’s house also baking a cake that was for his birthday. What was he to do?

All the ruanas he saw were pink, yellow, green, brown, blue, purple, and red. Not a single orange one. And he already had a yellow ruana, and he didn’t want to look like Bruno.

He walked out of the aisle sadly, ready to tell his father that the ruana had already been bought by someone else, and that was when he saw it.

The orange ruana.

Camilo almost choked up when he saw it. Sure, he had lied. But fate decided to show him mercy and he was glad it did. Because that was the most beautiful ruana he had ever seen. The texture, the patterns, the size, the warmth, it was too good to be true. He had to get his hands on it. Now.

But he was out of luck. Because the glorious, perfect ruana was already being held by someone else. Only it wasn’t a boy like Camilo had randomly claimed.

It was a girl. Yamilet Gonzalez. Aka one of Camilo’s friends, and Mirabel’s girlfriend.

Yamilet blinked when she saw him. “O-oh, hey Camilo, what’s up?”

“Hi, Yamilet. Mind if I…have this?” He started to awkwardly pull the ruana out of her hands. But Yamilet pulled it away from him.

“N-no, sorry Camilo, b-but I’m buying this ruana already. In fact, I’m…I’m about to do so now. S-so if you don’t mind.”

“NO!” Camilo roared.

Yamilet blinked. Her girlfriends cousin was acting a little bit…off…today. “Excuse me?” She asked.

“That’s mine!” Camilo noticed Felix walking over to Yamilet and him and, in a panic, reached for the ruana, attempting to tug it from Yamilet’s arms. “Yami, please, just give it to me! If you were really my friend, you’d realize that this is important to me! Just…”

“B-but Camilo, I want it, I saw it f-first, why can’t you just let me have it!”

“You did NOT see it first, I did!”

“No you did n-not! You did not!” Yamilet wrestled Camilo’s clawing fingers away. “The-there are so many other ruanas in this store that you can buy. Why can’t you just let me h-ha-have this one?”

Felix walked up to the squabbling pair. “Is everything okay?”

“No, everything is not okay!” Camilo said. “I really want that ruana but Yamilet won’t give it to me!”

“But I saw it first.”

“Wait,” Felix said to Camilo. “Camilo, before we left, you said that the shopkeeper agreed to let you leave the store, come back, and buy the ruana. So how come Yamilet has it? Did you tell the truth?”

“Yes I did!” Camilo basically sobbed.

Yamilet rolled her eyes.

“Okay, then, go ask the shopkeeper.”

Camilo gulped, but did as he was told. As he made his way towards the register with shaking legs, Felix turned his attention towards Yamilet. “I’m so sorry about my son, he can get a little wild sometimes.”

“Oh, tell me about it,” Yamilet said. “Mirabel told me all about the time when he—never mind. Anyway, I really want to buy this ruana because—“

“What? But—“ Camilo became flustered. “You said I could come back and buy it.”

“I never told you that, even once.” The shopkeeper shook her head. “This is your fist time coming to the store today, Camilo.”

Camilo paused, and turned to his father and Yamilet. Neither looked pleased.

“Hold on, I thought you said that the shopkeeper was a man.”

“You’re probably in the wrong shop,” Yamilet said.

Camilo glared at Yamilet. “Yami, if you don’t give me the ruana, I’m gonna tell Mirabel to break up with you.”

Yamilet just laughed at that. Then walked up to the cash register.

“Let’s go home, Camilo,” Felix said, but Camilo refused.

“Fine!” He sassed towards Yamilet in a mocking manner, Yamilet pretending not to listen. “That ruana won’t even look good on you! I mean, it’s orange, after all. And everybody knows that orange doesn’t go well with purple! So you’re the one who’s gonna look like an idiot!”

“Camilo, that’s enough, let’s go!”

That’s when Yamilet turned around. “Huh? It’s not even for me…it’s for my sister’s boyfriend.”

Camilo paused. “What?”

Yamilet sighed. “H-his birthday is in two days and I still d-don’t have a gift, but I know he-he’d like…this. So I came to buy it for h-him. I mean, it’s not like I have any oth-other options…”

Felix turned to look at Camilo disapprovingly. Camilo walked up to Yamilet and wrapped her in a hug. “Yamilet, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I know.”

“Do you believe me? Do you believe me when I say I’m sorry?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Please…I’m really sorry. Buy the ruana. But all the ruanas you want. Make your sister’s boyfriend proud. I’ll…I’ll live.” He sniffled. “I am so sorry about my outburst, Yamilet. I was just very scared and lashed out because…” he whispered something into Yamilet’s ear that Felix couldn’t hear. “But that’s no excuse for my actions. Please promise you’ll forgive me. Promise!”

“I promise.”

Camilo smiled, crying tears of joy.

“And if it makes you feel better, I can help you buy another ruana next time!”

“That would be nice.”

The shopkeeper cleared her throat. “Umm, excuse me, señorita, but are you still going to make an order?”

“Oh of course!”

🧡

“Come on, Mama,” Mirabel said as she and Dolores led Julieta into the kitchen and showed her the cake. “You’ve gotta see the cake that me and Dolores made. You’re gonna love it!”

“Okay!” Julieta said as she found her way into the kitchen.

“Since you’re such a good baker, Tia, I decided to try my hand at it as well. And Mirabel offered to help me, and together we made torta de tres leches. Since Papa is out I would love for you to take a look and see if it’s good.”

Dolores and Mirabel took out the cake, showing it to Julieta.

Julieta examined the cake.

“Do you think she will like it?” Dolores whispered to Mirabel, while Mirabel only shrugged.

Fortunately, Julieta gave her a thumbs up. “It looks all right to me!”

“Yay!” Mirabel and Dolores cheered as they clapped and embraced each other in a hug.

“This is gonna be the best birthday surprise ever!” Dolores cheered.

“Yeah, Tío isn’t expecting us to make the cake for him. He’ll probably think Mami made it or something.

“Yeah!” Dolores turned to her Tia. “Oh. Thanks Tia Julieta,” she said as she put the cake back in the fridge.

“No problem.”

It was just as Julieta walked away that Felix and Camilo came in through the front door.

“Oh, chicas, you’re still here?” Felix asked.

“Y-yes,” they responded in unison.

“Did you get the ruana?” Mirabel quickly made an effort to change the subject.

Felix sighed. “Sadly, no,” he said, feeling at his hair.

“Your girlfriend got it before I did,” Camilo said. “She said it was for her brother. Or her sister’s boyfriend. Whatever. So I let her have it because, you know.” He shrugged.

“Wait,” Dolores remembered something. “Didn’t you cause a fit in the store because she wouldn’t give the ruana to you?! And also say that you were gonna tell Mirabel to break up with her if she didn’t?”

“HE WHAT?!” Mirabel roared.

Camilo turned pale, “B-but I apologized, I, Mira, hey! What’s going on, querida?”

“DO NOT CALL ME THAT!” Mirabel hollered at Camilo. “YOU SAID WHAT TO MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

Mirabel chased Camilo around the house. “I’m sorry!” He cried out.

“SORRY ISN’T ENOUGH!” Mirabel seethed.

Dolores smiled and watched an angry Mirabel chase a screaming Camilo out of Casita. Chuckling to herself, she went back upstairs to her room to wrap her gift for Felix.

🧡

At last, it was Felix’s birthday, and Dolores was more than excited. She could hardly wait for everyone to try her and Mirabel’s cake, and most of all, Felix!

Unlike most days, Dolores was the first to jump out of bed and get ready, running trough the halls and knocking on everyone’s doors, telling them quietly, “Get up everyone, it’s Papi’s birthday!”

Mirabel was the first to get up. “He’s gonna try our cake and he’s gonna love it!”

“I know, right?” Dolores squeaked.

Pepa woke up next. “Morning, mijas!” she said, wrapping Dolores and Mirabel in a hug and a kiss and ruffling Mirabel’s hair. “Today’s a very special day, is it not?”

“Of course, Mami!” Pepa said. “Today is Felix’s birthday!!”

“Oh, it is! You remembered!” Pepa joked with a giggle. “Well, we’d better hurry up and get the rest of the familia!”

And so they did, hurrying downstairs and setting the table, the rest of the family coming downstairs eventually, doing the same.

“Is Tío coming down yet?” Isabela asked restlessly.

“Almost!” Dolores told her prima-hermana. She listened for Felix, who was coming downstairs. “All right, now it’s time everyone!” They moved to stand in front of the stairway Felix was coming down from. “Here comes the birthday man!”

It was then that Felix came down, yawning. “Huh, what’s everyone—“

“Cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos a tí, Feliz cumpleaños a Felix, feliz cumpleaños a tí! Que los cumpla feliz, que los vuelva a cumplir, que los siga cumpliendo, hasta el año tres mil!”

“Happy birthday, Papa!” Dolores exclaimed, clapping and cheering with the rest of the family, who all looked as excited as ever!

Felix looked surprised. “My my, you all have really done so much!”

“And we’re just getting started!” Bruno said. “We hope you have a happy birthday, amigo!”

Dolores and Mirabel ran up to Felix and gave him a big hug. Felix chuckled and hugged them back, kissing them both on the foreheads.

Bruno hugged him next. “You’re 52 man, already! Pffft, making me feel so small. How’s it feel?”

“I suppose I feel…a year older, and a year wiser.”

Bruno laughed, Pepa giving Felix a hug and a kiss. “Happy birthday, el hombre mas guapo en el universo. I have a special birthday treat prepared for you tonight,” she uttered in a hushed seductive tone. Felix grinned and cleared his throat, while adjusting his collar, and everybody else laughed along, Dolores covering her face, Mirabel’s and Luisa’s mouths hanging wide open, Isabela squealing quietly as she covered her face with her hands and shook to and fro, and Camilo pretending to gag. Antonio didn’t know what was going on, but he laughed along anyway.

Agustin have him a birthday hug. “You’re like a brother to me, do you know that?”

“Likewise, hermano!” Felix said, hugging Agustin closely back, enough to even choke.

“And we’ll always be grateful that you’re part of the family Madrigal,” Alma said, grinning widely from ear to ear at her son-in-law.

“We sure will!” Bruno agreed.

As they sat down to eat, Dolores of course sitting next to her father, Felix engaged in small talk with Agustin on the other side of him. While Dolores beamed with anticipation for the evening party.

🧡

“And now it’s time for the cake!” Julieta announced.

Everyone cheered, including Mariano, whom Dolores has graciously invited to the party. He was, after all, soon to be part of the family. It made sense to be there to celebrate his future father-in-law’s birthday.

With an arm wrapped lovingly around his fiancée’s waist, he whispered to her “The cake you made? I’m sure it’s very good!”

“I know it is!” Dolores hissed back. “But shhhh! Don’t tell him it was mine!” She placed a finger over his lip, and the young couple giggled.

Tia Julieta placed the cake before Felix, who was seated in Abuela’s chair with the family around him He blew out the candle, the family clapping and whooping as Pepa cupped her husband’s face in her hands, kissing him on the cheek, nose, forehead, and lips. A rainbow hovered over Dolores’ parents’ heads, before Pepa parted from him and allowed him to cut the cake.

Everyone waited for him to take a bite. “Mmm! It’s good! So delicious!”

Dolores bit her knuckle in glee, her and Mirabel exchanging an ecstatic glance.

“Julieta, you have truly outdone yourself.”

“Agreed!” Isabela perked up obliviously.

“Oh, I actually didn’t make this cake!” Julieta stated. “Though I’m glad you enjoy it, I simply cannot take the credit for someone else’s hard work!”

It was silent in La Casa Madrigal. Even the floor tiles didn’t make a sound.

Then a quiet giggle could be heard. Confused, everyone turned towards Dolores, the source of the girlish sound.

“It was me Papa!” Dolores revealed.

“And me, Tío!” Mirabel chirped.

“Yeah!” Dolores and Mirabel wrapped an arm around each other as Dolores continued. “We made the cake! It’s what we were nervous to tell you! We just wanted to keep it a secret!”

“Surprise!” The girls said simultaneously.

Felix was elated, standing up to make his way towards the girls, he extended his arms as they too flounced towards him. “Come here, mis vidas!” The three formed a big bear hug!

Camilo frowed, looking at Mariano, who shrugged, then at Felix. “Nice how you still made a cake anyway even though you said you were done trying to make one!”

“I did, didn’t I?” Dolores shrugged. “Sorry about that, chiquito.”

“Oh, I should have seen this coming. Thank you, my beautiful girls!” Felix wiped a tear from his eye.

“You’re welcome, Papa/Tío!” Dolores and Mirabel said simultaneously.

“Come, come!” Felix ushered the two towards the head of the table. “You girls get to be the first to have slices!”

Dolores and Mirabel were elated, as Felix cut slices for each of them.

He were right. It was good.

“Wow, we did a really good job, Mira!” Dolores said, holding up her palm.

“Indeed we did!” Mirabel said, high-fiving Dolores back.

While all this was happening, Camilo was shoving Mariano into the kitchen.

“What are we gonna do?” Camilo asked.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just, I just realized I didn’t exactly think this through. The last thing I wanted was to try to show Dolores up, and now we have TWO cakes!”

“Two cakes are better than one, no?” Mariano whispered. “And it’s not like we have a choice. I’m sure he’ll love your cake just as much as he loves your sister and cousin’s one.”

“Our cake, man,” Camilo corrected as he punched Mariano lightly in the shoulder. “Take some credit. And I guess you’re right. Come on, let’s get this cake out and show it to my dad.”

The rest of the family, meanwhile, was delightedly enjoying Dolores and Mirabel’s cake.

“This is so good!” Pepa beamed, sunshine radiating off of her face as she pulled Dolores in for a hug with her free hand. “I couldn’t be prouder of you. You too, chiquita!” She pulled away from Dolores to give the same physical display of affection to Mirabel.

“I love it so much, too!” Agustin agreed. “You both have truly outdone yourselves. It’s as good as Julieta’s cakes!”

This made the girls beam, as they turned to look at Julieta. Rather than being offended, the woman merely laughed in agreement.

“I knew it would turn out excellent, didn’t I?”

Luisa also enjoyed her slice, feeding some of it to Antonio, who was perched like a baby canary on her lap. Seeing Dolores looking at him, the brother and sister duo made eye contact as he gave her two thumbs up.

And that’s when Camilo and Mariano came in, holding another cake.

“We made a cake too!” Camilo announced.

Dolores and Mirabel froze. They had not expected this turn of events, no, not even Dolores, with her super-hearing, had even bothered to listen to what Camilo was up to at Mariano’s house the same night she was making a cake with Mirabel. And how did they get the cake into Casita’s kitchen without anyone else noticing? She guessed it just have been the night before the celebration, when even she and her ears were asleep. But either way that didn’t make her any less irritated.

“Awesome!” Julieta said, as the rest of the family, including Felix of course, paid attention to the second cake.

“Mariano? You helped make this?” Felix asked.

“I sure did, señor!” Mariano huffed with pride.

Felix grinned. “That’s wonderful! I always knew you were a family man!”

“And it’s Enyucado!” Camilo added. “Your favorite from when you were small!”

“Oh, yes!” Camilo found himself buried in an avalanche of his father’s affections very quickly. “Mi chico guapo, you know me so well!”

“I do.”

Felix wrapped Mariano in a hug as well, not willing to let his contribution go unnoticed. “Thank you as well, Mariano!”

“You’re welcome!”

That’s when Dolores cleared her throat. “How nice of you to make Papa another cake behind my back after dramatically flunking the one we were going to make together.”

Mirabel snorted.

“Hey, it was Mariano’s idea!” Camilo said, pointing at him with both index fingers. “If you’re looking for someone to be wrongfully mad at, blame your future husband. And besides, you said you weren’t going to make another one. How was I supposed to know you were lying?”

“Whatever, hermanito.”

The two shot each other daggers across the table as Felix cut himself a slice and bit into it.

It was now or never.

Felix finally swallowed, and everyone awaited his decision with bated breath.

Then he said. “Mmm! It’s delicious!”

Camilo’s eyes lit up, as Dolores’ eyelid twitched. “Wow! Really? You think so?”

“Of course, mi corazon! Great job, both of you. Here, have a slice!” He gave a smiling Camilo and Mariano two plates and cut them slices of the cake.

Mariano winked at Dolores, Dolores forcing a smile back.

Upon biting into his slice of the cake, Camilo beamed. “Wow, it really is good!”

“Agreed,” Mariano murmured through a full mouth before clearing his throat and swallowing. “It’s delightful. I’m so glad we made this, Camilo.”

Dolores disagreed.

“Me too. Thanks, man!” Camilo said, giving Mariano a hip bump. “I really couldn’t have done this without you.”

Mariano chuckled. Normally the sound of her love’s joy would make Dolores feel serene and content, but she was too distracted.

“They can’t both be equally good, though. Papa, which one is better?”

“Lola, it’s not a competition!” Camilo condescended, pretending to sound more mature. “Although…if I had to pick, it would be mine.”

“Liar!” Dolores exclaimed. “There is no way your cake is better than the one mi primita and I made. Just accept it, Camilo!”

“Well, I suppose your cake is…okay, at best. But ours is clearly better? Isn’t it, Mariano?”

“Umm.” Mariano chose to stay out of this sibling squabble. And wisely so.

Dolores chuckled darkly, without mirth. “Oh, so you think you can betray me and join forces with my boyfriend to make a cake that will be better than the one I made with Mirabel?! You got another thing coming, Camilo.”

“Oh yeah, well—“

The two started bickering back and forth, the rest of the family watching the drama unfold, Mirabel shrinking away to go stand beside Isa.

“ALL RIGHT!”

Both kids fell silent when Felix spoke.

Felix cleared his throat. “I’m being honest when I say this. And it’s my birthday, so let me be the judge. I think both your cakes are equally delicious. I promise you!”

Dolores blinked.

Camilo blinked.

Then they went back to squabbling with each other.

Felix sighed and rubbed his temple in irritation. He had had enough.

“Children—“ Alma said, but for once, the two were too deep into their arguing back-and-forth to listen.

“Did you even try each other’s cakes?”

Dolores and Camilo both came to a screeching halt just then.

Dolores awkwardly gulped. “Umm, no, Papi, we didn’t. Hm!”

Felix rolled his eyes and chuckled, finding it hard to stay mad at his adorable princesa and chico guapo for long. “Well, here ya go.” He handed them each extra plates. “And that means you too, Mirabel and Mariano.”

Mirabel and Mariano exchanged a glance before coming forward to also take slices of each other’s cakes.

Dolores bit into the Enyucado. “It’s not that bad.”

Camilo bit into the tres leches cake. “It’s edible, at least. That’s always a good thing.”

Felix sighed.

Mirabel, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. “Mmm! This brings back memories!” She swooned. “I remember when Camilo used to give me his leftover slice because he didn’t like it! It’s delicious. Great job, guys!”

“Thanks, Mirabel!” Mariano said. “And I like how milky and sweet Your and Dolores’ cake is. Which is only to be expected, because its tres leches cake. But still. It’s very sweet and buttery and nice. You both truly outdid yourselves.” He grinned at Dolores, a sparkle in his eye. “It’s great. Really great!”

Dolores blushed. “Thanks, Mariano!”

“Yeah, Mariano, thanks!”

“You’re welcome.”

Felix raised an eyebrow at his eldest children. “Now, is there anything you two would like to say?”

Dolores grumbled and rolled her eyes. “I love your cake too. It’s good. But only because Mariano helped make it.”

“I love yours too, Dolores. But only because of Mirabel,” Camilo added.

Felix sighed, realizing that was the best acknowledgment of each other’s talents that they were going to give.

“All right then,” he said. “Back to the party!”

The awkward yet amusing situation had finally passed, and the Madrigals spent the rest of the night giving Felix gifts, dancing, playing games, and just overall enjoying themselves.

Dolores enjoyed herself too. But more importantly, she was glad that her father had enjoyed the cake she made for him.

Mirabel waltzed up to her while the rest of the family was dancing, shimmying and lightly bumping their hip. “Hey,” she teased. “I guess it paid off in the end, huh? The whole first cake being ruined thing.”

Dolores shrugged, staring into her glass of wine, but didn’t answer.

“By the way, and I never got to tell you this before, but that was the funniest thing I had seen from you in a long time!”

“Shut up!” Dolores snickered, giving Mirabel a light shove.

“Hey,” Mirabel shoved back. “Don’t blame me, blame Camilo! Or maybe don’t, since now we have two cakes and they’re both equally good!”

Dolores shrugged with a grin. “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am!” Mirabel beamed and waited for Dolores to finish her glass and set it aside. “Anyway, prima, you wanna dance?”

Dolores pondered for a minute, then took Mirabel’s hand graciously.

“I’d love to!” She agreed.

The two girls giggled as they ran to the center of the floor with the rest of their family, dancing together and having fun.

The End

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justanisabelakinnie · 11 months

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As a matter of fact, Yamilet Gonzalez is a trans girl now because I say so.

#like and reblog if you see this plz #encanto #yamilet gonzalez #oc #encanto ocs #black female ocs #trans

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justanisabelakinnie · 1 year

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I got a Headcanon of Mirabel and Yamilet

I have a headcanon that when Yamilet can't visit Mirabel when she is sick, she will write a letter for Mirabel and have Antonio bird deliver the letter to her.

They exchange letters until Mirabel is well, they keep this tradition of exchanging letters.

That is so pure omg…and fairytaleish. And Antonio would 100% do it for his big prima’s girlfriend. Maybe Yamilet tells Dolores to tell Antonio whenever she is sick because she knows she can hear(unless she’s in her room ofc).

#yamilet gonzalez #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #yamibel #encanto #encanto ocs #black female ocs #headcanons of my ocs #princess-of-icy #not isabela madrigal

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Camilo and the rest of the family being protective over Mirabel when a boy ask her out. I think Antonio will scare the boys away

"Mirabel..." the boy sweated awkwardly... "Will you...go on...a...a...a-a..."

"On a what?" Camilo came up out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of his baby cousin and her potential boyfriend. "Hmm? Go on. You were saying something...exactly. Now read my lips: my baby cuz is too good for your sorry--"

"Silence, Camilo." Isabela swooped down with her vines and flipped her hair, and cactus pricks flew out and prodded the poor suitor in the face. "Scurry off, young man. My sister has a girlfriend already. And I think it's worth mentioning that she is VERY happy with her."

"Children, don't be like that to the poor suitor," Julieta said, conveniently holding a rolling pin. "Is that any way to treat a possible future member of La Familia Madrigal? Or at least let him believe so. It's not his fault that Mirabel is so out of his league. Isn't that right, young man?" She asked as she smacked the rolling pin against the palm of her hand threateningly, sauntering towards the boy as he crept back. "Isn't it?"

As the boy tried to run away, he felt a tug on his pants, and looked down to see little Antonio(finally, someone sane!), who smiled at him and said, "My jaguar is quite hungry. She would like to eat you. Are you all right with that?" as Parce advanced upon him, causing the boy to run away as Mirabel looked on in confusion, the rest of her family satisfied with the outcome.

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Yamilet’s Birthday

My birthday fic for Yamilet Gonzalez! Also Yamibel. Remember that September 17th is Yamilet’s birthday! Enjoy!

“Luisa?” Isabela asked. “What’s up with Mirabel?”

Luisa shrugged. “Not sure. She refuses to tell me for some reason.”

“Because I wanted to spend time with her but she’s been locked in her room all day doing God knows what. What could she possibly be doing that’s taking up so much of her time?”

“I heard she’s knitting something.” Dolores walked in just then, leaving the kitchen with a circular tray of freshly-cut lemons.

“That’s nice,” Isabela said, turning towards her prima-hermana. “Knitting what?”

“No idea,” Dolores replied. “Hmm!” She shrugged cutely and walked away to Antonio’s room where they could eat the lemons together.

Isabela grumbled.

“Well, whatever it is, she’d better finish it up now,” she said, plomping herself down at the table.

It was then when Camilo came in, yawning as he sat down at the table. “Good morning girls,” he slurred as he virtually fell into the chair, almost ready to collapse into the table.

“It’s not even morning, Camilo,” Isabela pointed out. “It’s three in the afternoon.”

Camilo lifted his curly head, his glazed over eyes staring right through her. “Huh…oh…that early, huh…”

“Why are you so tired, Camilo?”

“I…was studying hard…”

“He snuck out to see Emiliana,” Luisa straight-up tattled.

Camilo didn’t even have enough energy to rage at Luisa. He fell asleep right then and there.

“I don’t even wanna know,” Isabela ignored. “What I do wanna know is why Mirabel is retreating from us into her room now.”

“Huh?” Camilo’s dizzy head raised up once more. “Don’t you know? It’s Yamilet’s birthday soon.” Then he snored.

And a lightbulb went off in Isabela’s head.

Yamilet. Of course.

Mirabel’s girlfriend.

Well then, in that case, Isabela would have to get her something too!

Mirabel continued sewing together the gift she was making for Yamilet. This was going to be a wonderful and amazing gift, and her girlfriend was going to love it!

A knock on the door could be heard. Pepa entered without even waiting for Mirabel to respond.

“Mi sobrina?” Pepa asked tenderly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Mirabel said, too zoned in on her sewing.

“What are you making?” She asked.

“Oh, this? Well, it’s for my girlfriend, Yamilet, it’s a surprise.”

“I respect that!” Pepa gave a thumbs up. “Well, goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Good night, Tía,” Mirabel said without looking up. Pepa smiled and closed the door.

“You’re not sneaking out to see your girlfriend again, are you, Camilo?” Isabela asked as she helped a dizzy Camilo up the stairs.

“No,” Camilo murmured and yawned.

“Good, you better not be.” Isabela opened the door for him. “Have a nice sleep, chiquito.” She bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight Isabela,” Camilo said, kissing her on the cheek too. He wobbled over to his bed and threw himself down on it, closing his eyes instantly.

Isabela went to her room. She could not be happier that Mirabel had a girlfriend. She liked Yamilet a lot! Especially since she and her sister reminded Isabela of herself and her own girlfriend, Monika. She hoped that she could get Yamilet a birthday gift that she really liked.

💜

Mirabel happily skipped down the stairs and out of Casita, on her way to Yamilet’s house. “Morning Abuelo!” She greeted the painting of Alma’s deceased husband on the wall before exiting.

“Mirabel seems awfully happy today,” Julieta said.

“Agreed. When is she not chipper?” Pepa shrugged. “But I still wonder what got her in such a joyous mood.”

“It’s her girlfriend’s birthday,” Isabela explained.

Pepa’s eyes widened. “Today? Already? That’s awesome! Happy birthday to Yamilet!”

Dolores giggled. “I’ll make sure to tell her you said that, Mami,” she said, giving her mother a hug. Pepa hugged back.

Camilo raced out the door, shocking everyone in his path. “Mirabel! Wait up for mi!”

Mirabel was already well on her way to Yamilet’s house by the time Camilo made his way to her. Panting and running, he finally caught up as he almost tripped over his two clumsy feet.

“Hey, why didn’t you—“ he coughed profusely and Mirabel took a step back. “—wait? I have a present too!”

“She’s not your girlfriend, Camilo. Did you forget that?”

“Yeah, but I’m still her friend. And I would like to wish her a happy birthday, if you don’t mind not being so clingy and jealous.”

“Clingy and jealous?” Mirabel exclaimed. “You hated that guy you claimed was flirting with Emiliana last week! When he was just asking for help tending to the sheep!”

“Yeah but I kept it to myself,” Camilo explained. “I didn’t take it out on anyone like you’re doing to me right now.”

“Of course, because you know Emiliana’s not to be messed with.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I’m coming and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Whatever.” Mirabel huffed.

They got up to Yamilet’s house. “I can’t wait for our date,” Mirabel sighed wistfully to herself.

Camilo grunted. Mirabel seemed to be forgetting to do something. He knocked on the door since she clearly wouldn’t.

The door opened, and Yamilet answered with a smile.

Camilo waved. “Hey Yamil—“

“BABY!” Mirabel leaped at Yamilet and wrapped her in a hug, kissing her affectionately on the lips. Camilo sighed and rolled his eyes. Seriously? Now was not the time!

“H-how are you doing Mirabel?” Yamilet said. Although she was still working on it thanks to therapy, her stutter was slowly lessening, and Mirabel was pleased to see it.

“Better now that I’m with you, cariña,” Mirabel said with a smile. She linked arms with Yamilet and walked inside. “How’s my lovely beautiful birthday girl?”

“I’m good, and I’m so excited!” Yamilet asked. “Oh, and I-I hope you haven’t f-forgotten about the-the date we have today.”

“Oh, of course I haven’t mi belleza,” Mirabel cooed. “Trust me, once you see what I’ve had planned for you, you’ll be blown away! I’d never miss a chance to spoil my girlfriend!”

“Aww, you’re just the sweetest, aren’t you?” Yamilet giggled and teased. “This is why I l-love—“

“ARRRGH! OH MY GOSH CAN YOU STOP BEING SO LOVEY-DOVEY ALREADY?!” Camilo interrupted the happy couple. “Gosh, it’s making me sick. Save that shit for the actual date, please!” He made the begging motion with his hands.

Mirabel and Yamilet turned to look at Camilo with shocked “don’t you dare” eyes.

“Cami, are you t-talking to us?” Yamilet quizzed him.

“I think someone’s a tiny bit antsy,” Mirabel said, knowing the real reason Camilo didn’t get any sleep.

Camilo rubbed the back of his head with his hands. “I didn’t mean to…look, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Yamilet forgave. “Anyway, what gift do you have for me?”

Camilo took out the small gift paper-wrapped present and handed it to Yamilet. “Open it,” he said calmly with a smile.

Yamilet opened the gift. Inside was a little snow globe.

“And when you shake it,” he said, “look what happens!”

Yamilet shook the snow globe, and sure enough, “snow” started to fall inside it, making it look wonderful and magical.

“Wow!” Yamilet let go of Mirabel to wrap Camilo in a hug. “Thank you!”

“No problem!” Camilo said with a smile.

Yamilet turned to Mirabel. “Where’s your gift?”

“I’ll bring it to our date,” Mirabel replied with a smile.

Yamilet was happy to hear that! “This is why you’re the best girlfriend!”

“Nuh-uh,” Camilo said. “None of it.”

But Yamilet wasn’t listening as she embraced Mirabel affectionately and they two girls nuzzled noses.

“Ugh.” Camilo rolled his head to the sky.

After a while, the three of them left, Camilo going back to Casita, Mirabel and Yamilet going on their date.

“You’re gonna love it, trust me!” Mirabel said.

“Really, will I?” Yamilet said, smirking mischievously with half-lidded eyes.

“Of course you will!” Mirabel chirped. “You’ll be amazed, just like you saw a shooting star!”

“I can’t w-wait, then!” Yamilet said.

That’s when they ran into Isabela.

“Oh, Yamilet!” Isabela exclaimed. “Fancy seeing you here!” She took something out of her mochila and handed it to her. “Happy birthday! Any girlfriend of my sister’s is a friend of mine, so I wanted to give you a present. Enjoy!”

Yamilet took the carefully-wrapped gift and smiled. “Wow, thanks Isabela!”

“You’re welcome!” Isabela hugged Yamilet and sprinted away.

“Well that was awkward,” Mirabel said, watching her sister, who hadn’t even said a word to her, run off. “And unexpected.”

“Yup…in a good way, right?”

“Oh yeah, totally totally totally…come on, we have a date to enjoy!”

“Oh r-right!” Yamilet took Mirabel’s arm once more and they hurried off.

💜

“This is our date?” Yamilet said. “In the…woods?”

Mirabel smiled, putting a finger to her lips and shushing. “Yes, but we’re not there yet.”

She led her girlfriend to a secretive area surrounded by leaves and bushes. And when they pushed past it, Yamilet was surprised. There was an entire dinner with chairs set up, with two little candles in the center of the table. And there were flowers decorating the chairs and trees!

Yamilet pressed a hand to her heart, the tips of her lips reaching her ears as she gasped with glee! “You did all this for me?”

“I had help,” Mirabel said with a smile. “But yes.”

“Wow, thank you!” Yamilet hugged Mirabel giving her a kiss—again!—which made Mirabel blush.

“Oh, cariña,” Mirabel giggled.

“Awww, that’s so sweet,” Dolores told Camilo back at Casita. “She likes it!”

Camilo nodded. “I knew she would. She also liked my snow globe!”

“Now it’s time for phase two!” Dolores said with a grin.

Mirabel pulled open Yamilet’s seat for her, and both sat down to eat.

“Happy birthday, Yamilet!” Mirabel said with a smile.

Yamilet and Mirabel clinked glasses and drank there…well, obviously it was just fruit punch. Not anything alcoholic. But it was still a lovely and surprisingly sophisticated dinner for two teenagers.

“Why don’t you open the gift Isabela gave you?” Mirabel asked.

To be honest, Yamilet was going to wait until she got home, but she was itching to know what Isabela had gotten her. Not to mention that her girlfriend might be upset if her sister’s present was ignored.

“Oh, okay,” Yamilet complied, and Mirabel squealed.

Yamilet unwrapped the gift.

“It‘s…perfume.” Yamilet looked down at the two tall bottles of perfume.

“Yeah,” Mirabel said. “Don’t you like it?” She looked worried.

“I do!” Yamilet exclaimed. She opened them and sprayed them on her hand to get a whiff. One smelt like lilac, the other smelt like raspberries. Her favorite flower and fruit respectively.

Tears stung at the tips of Yamilet’s eyes. “I love it. Tell I-Isabela that I said thank you.”

Mirabel beamed. “I will.” She didn’t remind Yamilet that she had technically said thank you already.

“I don’t have any place to keep it though,” Yamilet sighed.

“Oh, it’s fine. You can give it to me. I’ll remember to give it back to you.” Mirabel said.

“Okay.” Yamilet gave her perfume to Mirabel, who put it in her mochila.

“Anyway, here’s my gift,” she said, pulling out a box that was under the table.

Yamilet opened it. She gasped. “You sewed this for me!”

“Yup!” Mirabel wiped fake sweat from her brow. “It took me forever.”

Yamilet put it on. “It’s so pretty!” She said, admiring her purple ruana. “Although, I kinda look like Camilo.”

“I hope that’s not an insult,” Mirabel giggled.

“Oh, it’s not, don’t worry,” she laughed ant sat back down. Mirabel smiled at her warmly as she sipped her juice. “Thank you,” Yamilet mouthed.

“You’re welcome, she mouthed back with a wink, and Yamilet blushed.

“So who helped you set all this up?” Yamilet asked, looking around in awe. “Because it truly is breathtaking.”

Mirabel giggled and blushed. “My cousin Dolores. She was really passionate about making sure that everything is perfect. I think that she’s rooting for us because she knows what it’s like to have her love be so out of reach.”

“That’s great!” Yamilet said. “I wish my cousins would help me out with these things. Instead, they simply annoy me and read my diary. One time my pri-primo poured milk down my back.”

“Really?” Mirabel gawked. “That’s hilarious!”

“And my prima placed roaches in my soup. Dead roaches!”

Mirabel cackled. “Make it stop!”

Yamilet found herself laughing as well. “It’s true!” She said, snickering. “My primos get up to a lot of silly stuff. But at the same time, I can’t live without them.”

“You know,” Mirabel said. “When I was younger, my primo Camilo was really obsessed with cats. Like really, REALLY obsessed with cats. He used to lick himself and refuse to bathe until Tía Pepa brought out the chanclata. And he kept pretending to take a ‘catnap’. But the weirdest part was when he came up to me while I was drawing and said he had a ‘present’ for me, which was a dead, bloody mouse.”

Yamilet screamed. “CAMILO did that? OUR CAMILO?!”

“Yes, our Camilo,” Mirabel replied. “But hey, we were seven at the time, so…” she shrugged.

“Did he kill the mouse himself?” Yamilet desperately asked.

“Honestly,” Mirabel threw up both hands and chuckled. “I don’t even wanna know.”

“Wow…” Yamilet snickered and shook her head. “I just…I c-can’t wait to make fun of him for th-that the next t-time I see him.”

“As his cousin, I fully condone it,” Mirabel said with a thumbs up. “That dead mouse scarred me for life. Tía Peoa gave him a chanclata and a stern talking to and forced the cat obsession out of him.”

“That’s a relief.” Yamilet sighed and looked up at the sky. “Hey,” she pointed out. “It’s a full moon tonight.”

Mirabel put down her fork and looked up. “Oh yeah, it is!”

“You know, once when I was little I told my mom I wanted to go to the moon,” Yamilet reminisced to her girlfriend.

“Aww, that’s so sweet. And what did she say?”

“She said, ‘if you dream it, it will become possible.’”

“That’s adorable,” Mirabel said.

Yamilet looked down at her food and continued eating her rice, when suddenly Mirabel screamed.

“AAAAAAHHHHH!”

“What is it?” Yamilet said in fear.

“J-J-J-Jaguar! It’s coming to eat us!!!” Mirabel hollered, pointing in the distance.

Yamilet looked over her shoulder in horror. Just as Mirabel had said that, a jaguar leaped out from behind the trees and roared at them with all its might.

Yamilet was utterly shaken. “C-couldn’t you have chosen a better hiding spot for our date, novia?” She exclaimed

“I-I’m sorry!” Mirabel yelped. “But I didn’t expect this to happen!”

The jaguar licked its lips, eyeing its delicacy, tragedy about to strike.

Yamilet burst into tears, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“That’s it!” Yamilet hollered. “I can’t stay! I’m leaving! Come on, Mirabel, why are you still sitting there like a log? We have to get out of here! I expected a romantic dinner, not to beCOME dinner!” She yanked Mirabel out of her seat as the girl looked at her weirdly, and ran for cover.

But she didn’t get far before another jaguar pounced in front of them from the other direction.

Parce.

“Is that Parce?” Mirabel said in shock.

Parce leapt gracefully over the girls and the table both before landing right in front of the other jaguar, who backed away in fear as Parce bore its fangs.

Parce lunged at the other large cat, and Yamilet was flabbergasted—and impressed—to see the two predators fighting.

Mirabel rushed to the table. “I can’t believe it!” She said, watching with a glimmer in her eye.

“They’re fighting!” Yamilet ran to stand beside Mirabel. “It’s a literal cat fight! Eeeek!” She shrieked with glee, and the two girls clutched each other in shock.

Parce and the other jaguar aggressively went at it, both beasts of the jungle clawing at each other and getting increasingly more fierce, until it became clear who was actually dominating the fierce battle.

The enemy jaguar roared in pain as Parce continued to successfully fend her off, Yamilet excitedly watching him tear her to pieces.

“YES!” Yamilet roared, pumping a fist as she jumped up and down with adrenaline. “Rip her apart! Finish her!”

Finally, the other jaguar collapsed to the ground, panting heavily as no more fight was left in her.

“HA! Not so t-t-tough anymore, are you, now?” Yamilet jumped up and down. “That was so fun!” She hugged Mirabel before running up to Parce and hugging him, petting him and stroking his head affectionately. “Who’s a good boy, who’s a good boy! You are! Yes you are!” She kissed Parce’s head, making him purr.

“I know right?” Mirabel agreed, joining in the hug Parce fest. Parce was happy to have two cute young girls snuggling with him.

“Parce, I-I didn’t know you had that in you! I mean, I did, because y-you’re a jaguar, but still, damn!” Yamilet tickled under Parce’s chin. Parce responded by licking Yamilet, and she giggled. “Oh, stop it!” She laughed.

“Are you ready to get back to dinner now that the threat had been neutralized?” Mirabel asked.

“O-of course!” Yamilet said, before looking down at the losing opponent. The poor thing was lying limply on the floor, with her eyes half-lidded and blinking slowly. “Poor baby…is she g-gonna die?”

“Nah, she’s just super tired from, you know, losing the fight,” Mirabel said. “Parce will take care of her.”

“I hope s-so,” Yamilet said. The other jaguar might be a savage that tried to eat them, but she still felt a little bit bad for her. Still, she sat down at the table with Mirabel.

Parce picked up the other jaguar in his mouth by the neck and started carrying her away. But when Yamilet wasn’t looking, the jaguar got up on her own and the two of them ran away.

They caught up to Antonio, who was watching the incident go on from afar.

Antonio climbed down from the tree and beamed, hugging both of his friends. “Congratulations! That was an awesome fight! And I could tell Yamilet liked it!” he said with a toothy grin. Parce and the other jaguar—named Amiga—nuzzled each other tenderly as they purred.

Antonio giggled. “That was fun. Anyway, it’s dinner time for you too, and I know y’all are hungry so…who wants snails?” He presented them with two handfuls of dead snails—which had died of natural causes, of course—and Parce and Amiga looked at them eagerly before digging in.

“I have another surprise,” Mirabel said, and Yamilet was instantly intrigued. Mirabel reached under the cloaked table and pulled out two small pink boxes. Inside them were cupcakes!

She looked lovingly up at Yamilet, who had stars in her eyes. “I know you had a birthday cake with your family already, but it’s the least I could do to make you feel special.” She opened Yamilet’s box before opening her own. “And I brought candles!”

Yamilet gasped, allowing Mirabel to place two candles in Yamilet’s cupcake and lighting them up.

“Each candle symbolizes eight years,” she explained. “And eight times two is sixteen.”

Yamilet’s hands were placed over her mouth as she gasped, tears spilling from her eyes. She was careful not to let them land on the candle or the cupcake frosting. This was too good to be true. She really did have the best girlfriend in all the world. And the best date as well.

“I-I…I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything, mi cielo,” Mirabel explained. “Go on, make a wish already!”

Yamilet closed her eyes and made a wish. I wish for Mirabel and I to be together forever, and to celebrate our birthdays until we are very, very old and grey.

Then she blew out the candles.

💜

“I’m home!” Mirabel announced the moment she locked the door.

Pepa was the first to run and give her a hug. “Mirabel! Are you hurt? Are you okay? You know it’s dangerous to go out at night!”

“I’m fine, Tía, I’m fine!” Mirabel chuckled awkwardly, gently brushing Pepa’s hand aside. “But thanks for worrying about me.”

Dolores and Camilo were at the dinner table.

“Buenas noches, Mira,” Dolores greeted her little cousin. “Did you enjoy your date? Did Yamilet have an excellent birthday?”

“Yes! And she sure did!” Mirabel squealed.

“Did she enjoy the…the-the…” Camilo snickered and his cheeks puffed up. “Did she enjoy the JAGUAR FIGHT?!” He wheezed before exploding into hysterics as he collapsed out of his seat, rolling on the floor and laughing as his face turned red. Meanwhile, Antonio snuck into his bedroom with the help of some birds. If Pepa was worried about Mirabel, as a teenager, being out late at night with no adult supervision, imagine how fearful and rainy she’d be for Antonio’s safety as a five-year-old!

“Yep,” Mirabel said. “Oh, Dolores, you should have seen her face! She enjoyed it thoroughly! I don’t think I’ve ever seen her happier!”

“That’s great! And what about the cupcakes? Did you give her those?”

“I had one and she had one. They tasted good. And—“ she glared at Camilo, who was still laughing over her trying to narrate the events of the evening. “Much better than a dead mouse.” Camilo looked at her with downtrodden eyes, as Mirabel raised an eyebrow. Camilo bowed his head and left the room.

“And I even lit the birthday candles for her. Isn’t that awesome?”

“Of course it’s awesome!” Dolores agreed, a glimmer in her eye. “I am glad you both had fun, Mirabel. I couldn’t not help you as you were the one who helped me get with Mariano and supported me every step of the way.”

Mirabel ran to give her a hug.

“Yeah, and I couldn’t not give her a gift either,” Isabela added as she came down the stairs. “She’s such a nice girl and also has a vicious streak. You couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend, Mira!”

“I know!” Mirabel squealed. “She said she liked the perfumes, by the way!”

“Oh, really? That’s awesome! I can’t wait for her to try them…wait, Mira, why do you look so suspicious?”

Shame clouded Mirabel’s face as she suddenly remembered something. With dread evident in her eyes, she looked in horror down at the mochila she carried around her shoulder. Opening it gingerly, her breath hitched in her throat.

The perfumes were still in there.

“Oh, umm, Isa…”

She looked back up at Isa. And regretted it. Because in Isabela’s eyes were pure, unadulterated, fiery rage.

Mirabel gulped.

“You didn’t give her the presents.”

“H-hey I can explain—“

“YOU DIDN’T GIVE HER THE PRESENTS! HOW COULD YOU?! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU NOW!!!”

Dolores backed away. “I think now is a good time to run. Hm!” She walked calmly up the stairs.

Mirabel took Dolores’ wise advice. She hightailed away from Isabela.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU GIVE HER THE PERFUMES, MIRABEL?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW CAN YOU PLAN AN ENTIRE DATE FOR THE GIRL AND YET STILL MANAGE TO BE THIS FORGETFUL AND SCATTERBRAINED?! HUH?!”

Mirabel screamed as she ran throughout Casita, Isabela running after her.

Julieta walked down the stairs, yawning. “What is this nonsense? Girls, it is night. Stop causing so much commo—“

But Isabela wasn’t listening as she continued playing murder tag with Mirabel.

Realizing it was a lost cause, Julieta sighed. “Whatever. Don’t break anything. Night.”

“Goodnight Mami!” The girls replied, before Isabela continued her rage-motivated hunt.

THE END

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