Isadora was in art class, being graded on her latest painting. It was a painting of her and her friends as mermaids. One of the students with glasses and shaggy blonde hair was amazed by Isadora's art. It was Arielle Naquin. "That is a very oustanding painting, Isadora," she said.

"Thanks, Ari," replied Isadora.

"It's cute," Arielle replied. "And you got Peggy, Rayne, Mahi, and Addison in it, too."

"Not as cute as mine," Sasha said as she showed a painting of herself, dressed as a greek goddess.

"Sasha," Arielle said, "you always make paintings of yourselves."

"My parents do own a tea shop," she said, "where we get the most expensive teas anywhere."

"Why bother?" Arielle said. "I prefer Havana Java tea instead."

"That cheapskate store," Sasha growled. "Why can't you spend all your money on tea?"

"Stop teasing her, stupid Sasha!" shouted Mae.

As Sasha was about to smash Mae's painting, the art teacher stopped them. Sasha decided to destroy Mae with another painting. She found one of a black cadejo and a bunch of mayan travelers in them. Before she had a chance to hurt Mae, the teacher told her to stop. "That was a painting I bought from my honeymoon in Guatemala," she said. "My husband didn't like it, so I decided to let it stay in my classroom. It's called 'Cadejo of Despair'."

"Cadejo," added Isadora, "the Guatemalan dog creature that comes out at night. There are two types. The white ones are good, meaning that they protect the night travelers, and the black ones are bad, meaning that they kill them. I can tell this is a bad cadejo."

"Thank you, Ms. Atenas," said the teacher. "'Cadejo of Despair' was the last painting of the artist Engracia Abellán. She disappeared after she painted this. That was almost 80 years ago."

Everyone began to wonder what happened to her, but then it was time for lunch. Isadora didn't feel hungry. She had her mind set on "Cadejo of Despair."

Just then, she saw a Mayan woman going around the place. Isadora knew that something was off. She saw that the Mayan travelers wore red while she wore blue. She knew that the Mayan traveler in blue must not be part of the painting. Within her instincts, she teleported into the painting.

"I'm in the painting," Isadora said. "This reminds me of the time Prima Damien took me to that mermaid show at the aquarium on my 11th birthday, and the time where Felipa and Melanie. Wow, I'm remembering too much."

She watch the red Mayan travelers going off while the blue one was going off in a distance. "Disculpe señorita (Excuse me)," she asked the Mayan traveler in Spanish. "Eres Engracia Abellán? (Are you Engracia Abellan?)"

"Si," answered the mayan traveler in blue in Spanish. "Como lo sabías? (How did you know?)"

"Bueno, todos los viajeros eran rojos y tú usabas azul y que te movías en la imagen. Entonces pensé que podrías ser ella. Me sorprende que hayas sobrevivido en la pintura. (Well, all of the travelers were red and you wore blue and that you were moving around in the picture. So I thought that you might be her. I'm surprised that you survived in the painting)," Isadora said in Spanish.

"Si," said Engracia.

"Perdóname, soy Hola. Mi Llamo Isadora Antonia María Eduarda Dulce Atenas, pero puedes llamarme Isadora. Me tomaría un tiempo entender mi hombre. (Forgive me, I'm Hola. Mi Ilamo Isadora Antonia Marta Eduarda Dulce Atenas, but you can call me Isadora. It would take a while to get my name right)," said Isadora. "(I hate not being able to talk, straining vocal cords, being made fun off, and lychee nuts. I just can't get the taste of the flavor. My best friend Addison doesn't like it when I go nuts. I usually go nuts when I'm at home with my aunt, my cousin, and my sister.)"

"Fácil fáci (Easy, easy)," assured Isadora. "Lo que hiciste en el mundo real, tal vez puedas hacerlo de nuevo. (What you did in the real world, maybe you can do it again.)"

Isadora had no choice. With all of her might, she teleported herself and Engracia out of the painting. Little did they know was that they acidentally got the black cadejo out into the real world.

"Isa," Peggy said, "where are you? It's cheeseburger day in the cafeteria."

"Right here," declared Isadora. "And look who I brought."

"Engracia Abellan," Rayne said with surprised, "and a cadejo."

Isadora didn't know what they meant til they turned her head.

Guardians Unite

As they were fighting the cadejo, Addison saw a hand grabbing Mae's purse and ran off. She wondered who it was. *Someone has stolen my sister's purse?* she thought to herself.

PRIMA followed the cadejo dog to the music wing. Rayne did a water blast on her, and that's when Isadora realized something: the cadejo was made of oil paint. Isadora and Rayne decided that they should both to a typhoon.

In a snap, the cedajo turned into regular oil paint. Rayne quickly cleaned it up so no one would suspect a thing. Mahi, on the other hand, suggested that they should add a little something to the music wing: a white cadejo, so they could guard the students at late night rehearsals. They all thought it was a great idea.

On the other hand, Addison thought of two things. Who was the one who took Addison's purse while they were finding the cadejo, and how were they going to keep everyone from finding out? Then she decided to add a little art spell. She changed the painting into something happier.

XxoxX

Back in the music wing, they wondered how Engracia got trapped in the painting. Isadora said as she translated Engracia from Spanish, "I was working on the painting when she realized she was out of black oil paint. She got some at the market by a weird fortune teller. The fortune teller told her that the paint was cursed, but she didn't listen. After she finished painting the cadejo, she got sucked into the painting, trapping her."

It all made sense to them, and they were glad she got out of the painting. "It's still cheeseburger day in the cafeteria," said Peggy. "Let's eat before the lunch bell rings."

"I'm there!" the others shouted as they left.

Engracia looked at the new painting, now called "Cadejo of Delight."

XxoxX

After school, Delfina was putting away a shipment of art books when Isadora and Engracia came in. Engracia was now wearing some clothes that Isadora sewed up for her sewing classes. She knew that Hartfeld would freak out if Engracia walked around in Mayan clothing. Tia Delfina introduced her as Ena Aballa, a painter from Mixco, Guatemala who was looking for a job. Delfina bought the words and decided to hire her with the art wing of the bookstore.

"It's time to work," Isadora said. "I work here as a storyteller for the children while their parents shop. You gotta keep them busy or else they'll wreck the place. I remember that one time that Toby nearly wrecked the toys after testing out his toy guns. He got grounded for a week, making him miss his gymnastics class." She spotted Melanie and Felipa reading some dancing books. "Mel, Felipa," she said excitedly, "I'm about to read. Maybe Tobias would like it."

"Si," added Tobias as he walked out of the men's room. "The private seat has been hacked into."

"He unclogged the toilet," replied Felipa as she smelled her. "Have you been bathing in oil paint?"

"You could say that," Isadora smiled.

A bunch of kids joined in while Isadora read the story of a white cedajo and a bunch of orphans traveling at night.

The End