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.