At Bogota, things were different. The commotion of the events had caused panic in the city. The airport was closed for small aircrafts and all of the schools had been closed down early because of the news. The police were still checking the school and tracking any clue that could be useful to see what had happened. Elena was at a police station with Nicolas and some other friends. She was completely hysterical. It was not common at all for something like this to happen in Bogota and although kidnapping was not that rare in Colombia, nothing like this had ever happened in the capital city. It was the first time that the kidnappers used an aircraft to transport their victims. The police was blaming the F.A.R.C, which was a terrorist group in Colombia who kidnapped, murdered, and illegally produced drugs to sell outside Colombia in places like the United States or some European countries. However the F.A.R.C had already declared themselves innocent because there was no reason to kidnap the son of Gabriel Nogales for them other than the money. The police knew that the F.A.R.C could be lying but it was a good excuse, Nogales was not involved in politics of any kind and this were the usual people who were kidnapped by the F.A.R.C. It was a very strange incident and the whole police department was very confused.
Mr. and Mrs. Nogales came to the police station immediately after receiving the horrible phone call. Maria Paula was devastated and was crying her eyes off. Gabriel would try to hide his fury and his sadness but a tear would leave his eyes occasionally and inside he was as devastated as his wife. They couldn’t understand why had it been Blake and not one of them because they didn’t even know the reason of Blake’s kidnapping. They supposed it was the money what the criminals wanted and they made a public offer at RCN; one of the most famous television channels in Colombia asking the kidnappers to please inform them what they wanted.
While the family suffered and the police was in panic, a girl in Bogota watched the news perplexed thinking about the boy who was now a prisoner at the jungle. She knew perfectly well who the kidnapper was and where the boy was being hidden but she was not going to say anything. She had orders not to and after all she was working for the kidnapper himself. The girl’s name was Sara. She was only eighteen years old but already she lived by herself in a big apartment in Bogota. Her fake documents said she was twenty-five and she was good at lying. Sara was expecting a call which would come in any minute now. She knew that now the Nogales boy had been kidnapped it was her turn to take part in the plan designed by the man she worked for.
Then, the phone finally ringed. She stood up from the couch and picked up the phone. The cold voice to which she was used to spoke.
“Hello Sara, are you watching the new yet?” said the man.
“What must I do now?” said Sara ignoring the cruel joke the man had just said.
“Sara my girl, I think time has come for you to come in the plan. Have you met Elena Nogales yet?”
jueves, 21 de febrero de 2008
Creative Writing (story) part 6.
Blake tried to stand up but he fell immediately. The fat man came to him and grabbed him by his hair pulling him strongly towards the door. At the door, the man removed the boy’s tidings and he carefully put some handcuffs on Blake’s hands. The handcuffs were old, but they would work fine enough. At the building’s entrance, a tall man was waiting for them. Each man grabbed the boy by one of the arms and dragged him away from the building towards the biggest log cabin. This cabin was different than the others. It was bigger and nicer and this one did not seem as if it had been built in a hurry like the others. The fat man knocked on the door and waited.
“Who is it?” spoke a cold voice from the inside.
“It’s Maurice” said the fat man “…And Arthur. We brought the boy.”
“Good, come in quickly.” Answered the cold voice.
The two men dragged Blake inside and Blake was able to look around. It was a big cabin decorated with nice furniture. It seemed as if he was back at the city, there was even an air-conditioner which made the climate suitable. There were electric light bulbs unlike the cells in the cement building and there was also an empty fireplace. However Blake was also able to see who the cold voice belonged to. He felt extremely cold when he looked at the man’s eyes and he forced his gaze away. The voice belonged to a tall bald man with a black beard. He was dressed in a fancy suit even though they were in the middle of the jungle. The bearded man was sitting behind a beautifully carved desk and was smiling as he looked at the miserable boy.
“Hello Blake, How are you doing?” spoke the man as he continued smiling maliciously at the boy.
“Are you feeling okay…or are you missing your comforts at your filthy family’s house?” said the man even colder than before. His voice was rough as if he had swallowed dust. Even though he looked like any other guy you could just feel he was evil.
Blake spoke almost whispering. It was the first time he spoke in a long time and he sounded as if he were about to burst in tears.
“Why am I here?” he said. Tears still escaped occasionally from his eyes and he felt really frustrated.
The man smiled and stood up. He walked up to Blake and whispered in his ear.
“Because I have plans for you, or to be exact, I have plans for your whole family.”
Blake looked at the man with terror and the man’s eyes made him even more frightened.
“What plans?” he asked with trembling voice. The man then went back behind his desk and as he sat down he spoke loudly.
“That is a matter that we will not discuss right now. In the meantime I will tell you something. You will stay here for a long time. Perhaps a year or so, and I will not harm you. I won’t give any news of you to your parents though and I will not even speak to them. They will suffer and so will you. You will not be murdered, at least for now but trust me when I tell you that you will certainly wish to be dead.” Said the man, and then he laughed loudly as he turned to Arthur and Maurice.
“I need the helicopter to take me back to Bogota now. I have to arrange the plans for Elena Nogales, in the meantime leave the boy in his cell and make sure he behaves. Take care of him. Should anything happen to him it will be your responsibility and you will suffer the consequences. Understood?”
“Yes sir” said both men together, and then the bald man left without another word.
“Who is it?” spoke a cold voice from the inside.
“It’s Maurice” said the fat man “…And Arthur. We brought the boy.”
“Good, come in quickly.” Answered the cold voice.
The two men dragged Blake inside and Blake was able to look around. It was a big cabin decorated with nice furniture. It seemed as if he was back at the city, there was even an air-conditioner which made the climate suitable. There were electric light bulbs unlike the cells in the cement building and there was also an empty fireplace. However Blake was also able to see who the cold voice belonged to. He felt extremely cold when he looked at the man’s eyes and he forced his gaze away. The voice belonged to a tall bald man with a black beard. He was dressed in a fancy suit even though they were in the middle of the jungle. The bearded man was sitting behind a beautifully carved desk and was smiling as he looked at the miserable boy.
“Hello Blake, How are you doing?” spoke the man as he continued smiling maliciously at the boy.
“Are you feeling okay…or are you missing your comforts at your filthy family’s house?” said the man even colder than before. His voice was rough as if he had swallowed dust. Even though he looked like any other guy you could just feel he was evil.
Blake spoke almost whispering. It was the first time he spoke in a long time and he sounded as if he were about to burst in tears.
“Why am I here?” he said. Tears still escaped occasionally from his eyes and he felt really frustrated.
The man smiled and stood up. He walked up to Blake and whispered in his ear.
“Because I have plans for you, or to be exact, I have plans for your whole family.”
Blake looked at the man with terror and the man’s eyes made him even more frightened.
“What plans?” he asked with trembling voice. The man then went back behind his desk and as he sat down he spoke loudly.
“That is a matter that we will not discuss right now. In the meantime I will tell you something. You will stay here for a long time. Perhaps a year or so, and I will not harm you. I won’t give any news of you to your parents though and I will not even speak to them. They will suffer and so will you. You will not be murdered, at least for now but trust me when I tell you that you will certainly wish to be dead.” Said the man, and then he laughed loudly as he turned to Arthur and Maurice.
“I need the helicopter to take me back to Bogota now. I have to arrange the plans for Elena Nogales, in the meantime leave the boy in his cell and make sure he behaves. Take care of him. Should anything happen to him it will be your responsibility and you will suffer the consequences. Understood?”
“Yes sir” said both men together, and then the bald man left without another word.
jueves, 14 de febrero de 2008
Creative writing (story) part 5
There was total relief when the man said so, and then he kneeled down besides Blake and checked the boy's pockets. He found a cellphone and a wallet adn he took them away, then he sat and started talking with the pilot. The aircraft traveled for about 30 more minutes. It passed over San Jose del Guaviare and flew deep inside the jungle. Finally, they found the clear spot where they were supposed to land and started descending.The helicopter landed carefully between the trees without making much noise, and the men got off the aircraft quickly as if they were being chased by something or someone. They carried Blake without much care. He was still unconscious and would not wake up even with the loudest noise in the world or if they swung his body from side to side. The drug they had given him was a poison from one of the spiders in that same jungle. It would not hurt him, but he would remain unconscious for another three hours or so. They did not have much time since the trip to the camp lasted about two hours if they traveled fast.
The kidnappers walked for a short distance carrying the sleeping boy with them until they came to a couple of trucks which were waiting for them. They tossed Blake inside not caring much since he would not wake up yet, and they drove heading for the camp. Not a word was spoken in the whole time it took to get to the camp. They didn’t need to. Blake was not the first person they captured and they knew the procedure that they had to take with a new prisoner.
When they got to the camp they tied Blake's hands and feet and carried him to a medium-sized cement building in the middle of the camp. It was the only building made out of cement. The rest were simple wooden cabins built in a hurry. The building was not painted, or perhaps it had been painted at some time but the paint had scraped off. There was no glass on the windows, but there were some thick steel bars to prevent the prisoners from escaping out of the building. The door was made of steel as well and it was a bullet-proof door, which would make it even harder for the prisoners to escape. Besides that, there were no windows on the first floor. Only on the second floor since it would be easier to escape at ground level. It was extremely humid on the inside and the cells had nothing in them other than a dirty mattress where the prisoners could sleep on. The kidnappers put tape on Blake’s mouth and threw him violently in one of the cells on the second floor. The drug’s effect was passing already, and Blake woke up when he hit the floor. He felt unbearable pain on his whole body but he couldn’t move yet, and even though he felt like screaming, he was unable to do so, and he just stayed there lying on the floor waiting and screaming in his mind.
Slowly and painfully, the drug’s effect ended and Blake was able to move. He didn’t though, he didn’t feel like it, but he cried silently and felt more frustrated than ever. He hated crying, it made him feel like a coward. It was very hard to make him cry. He stayed there, on the floor until it was nighttime, and then a fat man opened the door of the cell.
“Come here boy.” Said the man expecting Blake to stand up even when his hands and feet were tied.
The kidnappers walked for a short distance carrying the sleeping boy with them until they came to a couple of trucks which were waiting for them. They tossed Blake inside not caring much since he would not wake up yet, and they drove heading for the camp. Not a word was spoken in the whole time it took to get to the camp. They didn’t need to. Blake was not the first person they captured and they knew the procedure that they had to take with a new prisoner.
When they got to the camp they tied Blake's hands and feet and carried him to a medium-sized cement building in the middle of the camp. It was the only building made out of cement. The rest were simple wooden cabins built in a hurry. The building was not painted, or perhaps it had been painted at some time but the paint had scraped off. There was no glass on the windows, but there were some thick steel bars to prevent the prisoners from escaping out of the building. The door was made of steel as well and it was a bullet-proof door, which would make it even harder for the prisoners to escape. Besides that, there were no windows on the first floor. Only on the second floor since it would be easier to escape at ground level. It was extremely humid on the inside and the cells had nothing in them other than a dirty mattress where the prisoners could sleep on. The kidnappers put tape on Blake’s mouth and threw him violently in one of the cells on the second floor. The drug’s effect was passing already, and Blake woke up when he hit the floor. He felt unbearable pain on his whole body but he couldn’t move yet, and even though he felt like screaming, he was unable to do so, and he just stayed there lying on the floor waiting and screaming in his mind.
Slowly and painfully, the drug’s effect ended and Blake was able to move. He didn’t though, he didn’t feel like it, but he cried silently and felt more frustrated than ever. He hated crying, it made him feel like a coward. It was very hard to make him cry. He stayed there, on the floor until it was nighttime, and then a fat man opened the door of the cell.
“Come here boy.” Said the man expecting Blake to stand up even when his hands and feet were tied.
martes, 12 de febrero de 2008
Creative writing (story) part 4
The kidnappers stared at him for about three seconds, which seemed to Blake as the longest three seconds in his life, and then one of them came to him, grabbed him by the back, tore his shirt off and stabbed him with the injection he was carrying in his pocket. Blake screamed and in seconds he was unable to move, shaking softly on the floor, completely paralized.
The kidnapper started screaming then loudly.
“Now we go to Elena, come on!”, he shouted, but in that same second, police cars could be heard in the distance, and another kidnapper said:
“No, there’s no time now, call the others!”, and the one who had Blake unconscious in his arms took out a phone and said: “We need you now, come on!”.
The kidnappers ran outside and suddenly, a black helicopter started approaching the school.
Elena heard the helicopter and screamed: “They’re taking Blake! NO!”, and this time not only she but nearly all the school ran outside to save their friend, but it was too late, Elena saw her unconscious brother being carried and thrown inside the aircraft, and she saw the helicopter fly away.
She could handle it no more and dropped to her knees crying and shaking. Half the school was hugging her trying to calm her down, and the others were watching silently the sinister helicopter.
“It´s gonna be alright El’”, whispered Nicolas, her boyfriend in her ear.
However, Elena knew she would never see her brother again.
Life in the jungle-chapter 2
The helicopter flew away quickly from the site of the crime. The sleeping boy was lying on the back seat while six men discussed what to do now. They had not followed orders correctly, the orders were to capture both Blake and Elena Nogales, but they only had time for Blake.
“Sooner or later we’ll have to tell him anyways!”, said one of the men.
“Then you call him!”, answered another one rudely.
“Fine, gimme the phone”, said the first man. He grabbed the phone from the other guy and dialed the number. A cold voice answered.
“What is it? Do you have the Nogales?” it speaked.
“Boss, we had no time to take the girl, but we do have the boy”, answered the kidnapper, his voice shaking.
“Consider yourself lucky, because I have a new plan for Elena Nogales, is the boy okay?” he said.
“Yes, he is still under the effects of the drug, he is still sleeping” said the kidnapper more calmly now that he had seen the boss’s pacific reaction to the bad news.
“Good, I want him here as soon as possible. Make sure he doesn’t wake up until he is here, and take whatever he has in his pockets from him”, said the cold voice, and then he hung up the phone.
The kidnapper put the phone away and turned to the other men:
“We’re not in trouble, he says it is good that we didn’t take Elena, he has other plans for the girl.”
The kidnapper started screaming then loudly.
“Now we go to Elena, come on!”, he shouted, but in that same second, police cars could be heard in the distance, and another kidnapper said:
“No, there’s no time now, call the others!”, and the one who had Blake unconscious in his arms took out a phone and said: “We need you now, come on!”.
The kidnappers ran outside and suddenly, a black helicopter started approaching the school.
Elena heard the helicopter and screamed: “They’re taking Blake! NO!”, and this time not only she but nearly all the school ran outside to save their friend, but it was too late, Elena saw her unconscious brother being carried and thrown inside the aircraft, and she saw the helicopter fly away.
She could handle it no more and dropped to her knees crying and shaking. Half the school was hugging her trying to calm her down, and the others were watching silently the sinister helicopter.
“It´s gonna be alright El’”, whispered Nicolas, her boyfriend in her ear.
However, Elena knew she would never see her brother again.
Life in the jungle-chapter 2
The helicopter flew away quickly from the site of the crime. The sleeping boy was lying on the back seat while six men discussed what to do now. They had not followed orders correctly, the orders were to capture both Blake and Elena Nogales, but they only had time for Blake.
“Sooner or later we’ll have to tell him anyways!”, said one of the men.
“Then you call him!”, answered another one rudely.
“Fine, gimme the phone”, said the first man. He grabbed the phone from the other guy and dialed the number. A cold voice answered.
“What is it? Do you have the Nogales?” it speaked.
“Boss, we had no time to take the girl, but we do have the boy”, answered the kidnapper, his voice shaking.
“Consider yourself lucky, because I have a new plan for Elena Nogales, is the boy okay?” he said.
“Yes, he is still under the effects of the drug, he is still sleeping” said the kidnapper more calmly now that he had seen the boss’s pacific reaction to the bad news.
“Good, I want him here as soon as possible. Make sure he doesn’t wake up until he is here, and take whatever he has in his pockets from him”, said the cold voice, and then he hung up the phone.
The kidnapper put the phone away and turned to the other men:
“We’re not in trouble, he says it is good that we didn’t take Elena, he has other plans for the girl.”
Creative writing (story) part 3
The lady started sobbing in panic and sat down, she knew this was no joke, and she felt sorry for the Nogales, but she feared for her life. She started typing the names of the two siblings and told the masked men: “Blake is in room H12, and Elena is on H17”
Then one of the criminals hit her hard in the head with the side of his gun and the lady dropped unconscious, then all of the masked men ran upstairs looking for the rooms. Room H12 came first.
Blake was sitting on his desk gazing at the board while an old teacher babbled something about the French revolution. He was still remembering about the car that seemed to be following him on the way to school when a voice interrupted his thoughts.
“…Blake!”, said the voice of the teacher. “Tell us why were the French kings murdered please”.
“Mmmh?”, he said. “Sorry I wasn’t paying attention”, he apologized.
“Yes I noticed” said the teacher before continuing with the lecture. “Can anyone tell me the reason of the…”
BOOM! The door of the room was kicked open and four masked men came rushing in screaming: “Where is Blake Nogales? Hand him in!”
The whole class dropped to the floor and then one of the kidnappers shot the teacher straight in the head. The class was full of screams and sobs coming from the students hiding under the desks. The kidnappers kicked the desks and shelves aside and continued screaming: “Nogales come on! If you don’t hand in Blake Nogales we’ll take all of you!”
The other classes had heard the fiasco and the teachers had locked the doors and ordered the students to hide wherever they could. Many of them were making phonecalls to parents and to the police. Elena had heard the kidnappers screaming and had tried to run to her brother, but her friends made her stay and hid her better than anyone else. They knew that if they were taking Blake they would try to take Elena as well.
Blake was still under his desk scared for his life and for the life of his classmates. He looked sideways and saw his friend Daniel Grazianni looking at him shaking. Blake then realized that none of his classmates would hand him in, and he understood he would get all of them killed if he didn’t hand himself in. He made signals to his friend to tell him what he would do, and Daniel shook his head.
“Blake don’t do it! They’ll kill you!” whispered Daniel with his voice shaking.
“I’m no good to them dead, they want my parents’ money only”, answered Blake almost incapable of breathing with terror. Then, he stood up and said:
“I’m Blake Nogales”.
Then one of the criminals hit her hard in the head with the side of his gun and the lady dropped unconscious, then all of the masked men ran upstairs looking for the rooms. Room H12 came first.
Blake was sitting on his desk gazing at the board while an old teacher babbled something about the French revolution. He was still remembering about the car that seemed to be following him on the way to school when a voice interrupted his thoughts.
“…Blake!”, said the voice of the teacher. “Tell us why were the French kings murdered please”.
“Mmmh?”, he said. “Sorry I wasn’t paying attention”, he apologized.
“Yes I noticed” said the teacher before continuing with the lecture. “Can anyone tell me the reason of the…”
BOOM! The door of the room was kicked open and four masked men came rushing in screaming: “Where is Blake Nogales? Hand him in!”
The whole class dropped to the floor and then one of the kidnappers shot the teacher straight in the head. The class was full of screams and sobs coming from the students hiding under the desks. The kidnappers kicked the desks and shelves aside and continued screaming: “Nogales come on! If you don’t hand in Blake Nogales we’ll take all of you!”
The other classes had heard the fiasco and the teachers had locked the doors and ordered the students to hide wherever they could. Many of them were making phonecalls to parents and to the police. Elena had heard the kidnappers screaming and had tried to run to her brother, but her friends made her stay and hid her better than anyone else. They knew that if they were taking Blake they would try to take Elena as well.
Blake was still under his desk scared for his life and for the life of his classmates. He looked sideways and saw his friend Daniel Grazianni looking at him shaking. Blake then realized that none of his classmates would hand him in, and he understood he would get all of them killed if he didn’t hand himself in. He made signals to his friend to tell him what he would do, and Daniel shook his head.
“Blake don’t do it! They’ll kill you!” whispered Daniel with his voice shaking.
“I’m no good to them dead, they want my parents’ money only”, answered Blake almost incapable of breathing with terror. Then, he stood up and said:
“I’m Blake Nogales”.
Creative writing (story) part 2
Finally he told Elena about it
“Hey El, is that car following us?”
“Huh?” she turned to his brother and then gazed at the other car. It did seem that it was following them because everytime they turned the car would turn in their same direction. However she did not worry.
“It must be someone from school as well”, she said.
“I hope so, but it has been following us for a long distance”, Blake said with a worried tone in his voice.
They were almost at school, and Blake drove so that the weird car wouldn’t follow them anymore. In the last minute, the other car turned differently, and they finnally got to school.
“See? It was just a coincidence”, said Elena as she grabbed her bag and got off the car.
“Sure, I was just kind of scared that’s all” said Blake as he also got off the car. He said that to his sister but the uneasy feeling about that morning was still there, stronger than ever.
Then they both walked together to the high school building, greeting friends as they met them in the way.
What they did not know was that the other car had in fact been following them, and it had turned only to make them less suspiscious. It had parked only a block away from the school and it had four men, all of them strong, and all of them carrying guns. They got off the car and walked silently to a hiding spot near the school gate. Then, one of them pointed a gun with a silencing device to one of the guards, and he shooted. The guard dropped dead and the other guard came running toward his dead colleague. Then, the criminal killed the other guard as well, and nobody heard the gun. The criminals now had a free way into the school.
The school was one of the biggest private schools in Bogotá. It had primary, elementary, middle school and high school buildings each of them farther or nearer to the gate. The primary building was the one located nearest of the gate, and the high school building was the one farthest away from the gate. The criminals walked normally and without disguises towards the high school building, and if they crossed with anybody on their way, they would just wave at them casually and keep walking.
When they got to the high school building they went in the bathroom and put on their black masks so as not to be recognized. Then, they prepared their guns so that they would make no noise, and finnally, they took out a bottle of a strange liquid, and filled two injections with it, which they put in their pockets. When everything was ready they went almost crawling to the high school office, and came in without the woman in charge noticing.
She was an old lady, and she was alone in the office when suddenly, the masked men came out from their hiding spot, pointed a gun straight at her face and said:
“If you scream you die, tell us where can we find Blake and Elena Nogales!”
“Hey El, is that car following us?”
“Huh?” she turned to his brother and then gazed at the other car. It did seem that it was following them because everytime they turned the car would turn in their same direction. However she did not worry.
“It must be someone from school as well”, she said.
“I hope so, but it has been following us for a long distance”, Blake said with a worried tone in his voice.
They were almost at school, and Blake drove so that the weird car wouldn’t follow them anymore. In the last minute, the other car turned differently, and they finnally got to school.
“See? It was just a coincidence”, said Elena as she grabbed her bag and got off the car.
“Sure, I was just kind of scared that’s all” said Blake as he also got off the car. He said that to his sister but the uneasy feeling about that morning was still there, stronger than ever.
Then they both walked together to the high school building, greeting friends as they met them in the way.
What they did not know was that the other car had in fact been following them, and it had turned only to make them less suspiscious. It had parked only a block away from the school and it had four men, all of them strong, and all of them carrying guns. They got off the car and walked silently to a hiding spot near the school gate. Then, one of them pointed a gun with a silencing device to one of the guards, and he shooted. The guard dropped dead and the other guard came running toward his dead colleague. Then, the criminal killed the other guard as well, and nobody heard the gun. The criminals now had a free way into the school.
The school was one of the biggest private schools in Bogotá. It had primary, elementary, middle school and high school buildings each of them farther or nearer to the gate. The primary building was the one located nearest of the gate, and the high school building was the one farthest away from the gate. The criminals walked normally and without disguises towards the high school building, and if they crossed with anybody on their way, they would just wave at them casually and keep walking.
When they got to the high school building they went in the bathroom and put on their black masks so as not to be recognized. Then, they prepared their guns so that they would make no noise, and finnally, they took out a bottle of a strange liquid, and filled two injections with it, which they put in their pockets. When everything was ready they went almost crawling to the high school office, and came in without the woman in charge noticing.
She was an old lady, and she was alone in the office when suddenly, the masked men came out from their hiding spot, pointed a gun straight at her face and said:
“If you scream you die, tell us where can we find Blake and Elena Nogales!”
Creative writing (story)
The city was dimly lit by the weak light of the early sun. The streets were inhabited, just a few cars would pass by ocasionally. The neighborhood of Chicó was one of the most beautiful ones of the city, and it was were some of the fanciest buildings were. The tallest one, the “Vistas” building, was specially quiet that morning, although inside all the families were getting ready fro their daily routines. This apartments were not cheap, still, there was not a single apartment available, and the top floor was owned by Gabriel Nogales, a very respected man in Bogotá. Nogales owned a fancy hotel brand. All of Colombia was crowded with his brand of hotels. He was married to Maria Paula Laporta, who helped her husband manage the family´s hotels. Maria Paula was a beautiful woman who helped whoever approached her in need. She was loved by nearly everyone who knew her, and she was happy with her family.
Nogales and his wife had two kids: Blake and Elena Nogales. Elena had inherited her mother´s grace, beauty, but most of all her kindness, and had multiplied it by five. She was kind with everybody around her and she would make a big deal if anybody had a problem until the problem was solved. Blake was different, more like his father, he was more calm and quiet, he was serious and noble, but still it was easy to make him happy. Elena was eighteen years old, and she was in her senior year, while Blake was seventeen years old, and he was a junior.
That gloomy morning, Elena woke up and gazed at the window. Even though it was not a very nice day, she was happy. It was hard to make Elena sad. She dressed and went down to the kitchen, where Blake and his father were eating and talking.
“Good morning”, she said with her usual radiant smile.
“Good morning sis’”, said Blake without looking at her. He had a weird feeling about this morning, but he didn’t know exactly why.
Her dad stood up and kissed her. “Would you want me to drive you to school today?”, he asked both of them.
“No thanks, I’d like to drive” said Blake, and Elena nodded in approval of her brother’s decision.
“Fine then, but be careful”; said Gabriel, and he walked out of the kitchen to make a job phonecall. He was not going to work that morning, he also had a weird feeling.
Blake and Elena finished their breakfast quickly and took the elevator from the penthouse to the garage. They took the porsche and started driving to school.
“It’s not a nice morning”, Blake said as he turned for a second to watch a car that seemed to be following them.
“No, but there’s nothing we should feel bad about, and I bet it will get nicer soon”, Elena answered while she amazed herself at the beauty of the city.
“Uh-huh”, said Blake without really listening at her sister. He was still turning uneasily
towards the car that seemed to be following them.
Nogales and his wife had two kids: Blake and Elena Nogales. Elena had inherited her mother´s grace, beauty, but most of all her kindness, and had multiplied it by five. She was kind with everybody around her and she would make a big deal if anybody had a problem until the problem was solved. Blake was different, more like his father, he was more calm and quiet, he was serious and noble, but still it was easy to make him happy. Elena was eighteen years old, and she was in her senior year, while Blake was seventeen years old, and he was a junior.
That gloomy morning, Elena woke up and gazed at the window. Even though it was not a very nice day, she was happy. It was hard to make Elena sad. She dressed and went down to the kitchen, where Blake and his father were eating and talking.
“Good morning”, she said with her usual radiant smile.
“Good morning sis’”, said Blake without looking at her. He had a weird feeling about this morning, but he didn’t know exactly why.
Her dad stood up and kissed her. “Would you want me to drive you to school today?”, he asked both of them.
“No thanks, I’d like to drive” said Blake, and Elena nodded in approval of her brother’s decision.
“Fine then, but be careful”; said Gabriel, and he walked out of the kitchen to make a job phonecall. He was not going to work that morning, he also had a weird feeling.
Blake and Elena finished their breakfast quickly and took the elevator from the penthouse to the garage. They took the porsche and started driving to school.
“It’s not a nice morning”, Blake said as he turned for a second to watch a car that seemed to be following them.
“No, but there’s nothing we should feel bad about, and I bet it will get nicer soon”, Elena answered while she amazed herself at the beauty of the city.
“Uh-huh”, said Blake without really listening at her sister. He was still turning uneasily
towards the car that seemed to be following them.
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