✅The Other Family ✅ (Completed) *#Watty's2020*

Chapter 9: When It's Bad, It's Really, Really Bad

Hola mí amigos!!!

I am so sorry that I didn't update so soon, I had school work and chores at the house that I lost track of how long I didn't update! But now, I'm at my Spring Break and I can continue!!

So without further ado, here is Chapter 9!!!

Please Enjoy!!~

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Camila quickly stood up and looked at her friend worriedly. "Miguel? ¿Estás bien?" She asked worriedly and saw him crying, she tipped toed to reach his face since she was shorter than him and gently wiped away a few tears that were rolling down his face. "Camila.... It was awful. I found out De la Cruz guitar is actually my Great Great grandfathers. I tried to tell mí familia that but they wouldn't listen to me! Then Abuelita destroyed my guitar..." Miguel explained and sniffles softly and looked at his friend that he met before Dia De Los Muertos began. The niña gasped softly and gently hugged him, trying to console him. "Is that why you said you didn't want to be in the family?" She asked softly. The 12 year old nodded softly.

Then Miguel remembered their plan and became determined, so he gently pulled away from her, grabbed her hand and started to walk. "Vamos! We have to sign up for the competition!" He said softly, the 10 year old worried for her amígo but followed him. Once they got there, they asked the lady wearing face paint to look like a skeleton to be in the Music Competition, only to be told that each musician has to bring their own instrument. Miguel didn't have his, but Camila did. She told the 12 year old boy to find a guitar while she put the two of them on the list.

Miguel ran off to ask around so he can borrow an instrument.....

Only to be let down and have no guitar in his hands whatsoever.

No one was willing to help him, no one was willing lend him a guitar or anything, and he couldn't find that nice Mariachi from this morning. No one was even willing to take pity on him. He went back to his friend, who was waiting patiently for him to come back. He sat next to her and sighed sadly. His friend looked at him with sympathy and gently put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Miguel. If you want, you can borrow my guitar and play by yourself! I don't mind at all." She insisted and gently took off the strap from her body and gently handed her guitar to her friend. Miguel looked at her and the instrument in her hands, he was almost willing to do that, but he had asked her himself that. He shook his head. "No, I can't do that to you! I said that we could play together tonight! We have to play together!" He said and saw the statue of Ernesto De la Cruz. He looked at the quote of what he said:

"Seize Your Moment"

That was when he looked at the guitar and thought of an idea. "I have an idea... But I don't think you're going to like it." He said and looked at her. Camila tilted her head and hummed curiously. "Qué?"

One Hour Later:

Soon they were at the Cemetery, while Miguel was looking around, trying to act natural, while Camila was shaking from nervousness and looked at her friend as if he was crazy. Which he was. His idea was to steal Ernesto's guitar so that he and Camila can play together.

'This.... Is a bad idea!' Camila thought to herself as they were at the window of where De la Cruz's Grave is. When a firework exploded from the sky, Miguel broke the lock of the window and opened it. 'Si... This is a bad, and horrible idea!!' Her mind screamed to her and she quietly went inside with Miguel.

She was close to the window to make sure that no one was watching or coming their way. She heard cement scrape over cement, she winced softly and looked behind her and saw her Loco cabeza of a amígo on top of the lid. She was fidgeted like crazy because she didn't want to get in trouble along with Miguel because he was stealing on the Day of the Dead!