Robert Cooper technique story part 2

When I finished my sundae I went upstairs to the bowling court to look for friends, since I knew that most people used to hang around in the bowling court area. Actually, I found some friends so I just stayed with them bowling for a while. We stayed there till about 7:00 p.m, and then we decided to go to the park and just sit there and chat for a while. In the park there was a bunch of little kids on a birthday party or something. They were having fun even though it was late for kids that age. Then, all of a sudden there was an explosive noise and then I don’t remember anything. When I woke up I was lying on the floor under a pile of broken concrete and objects of all types, covered by dust. One of my friends was lying beside me. I wasn’t sure if he was breathing or not so I tried to bring him along but he was too heavy. There was fire and dust all around. I knew I had to get out of there before anything else happened. If there were any gas leaks, there could be more explosions, and the building was destroyed, so it could collapse in any second. There were people shouting all around. I was on the last floor and the stairs had fallen off apparently, so people were climbing downstairs. A man helped me down and asked me my name. He then shouted my name and immediately I heard my dad shout it back. He came running towards me to hug me and then he cried. I was shocked, so I guess I should’ve cried too but I had no idea what the hell was going on, and the image was pretty scary too. There were wounded people everywhere and even a few dead people around. I just sat and put my head between my legs, not caring about how I looked or where my friends were. I just ignored reality for a while.

I was practicing a new dance when I heard some familiar melody on the TV. When I turned my gaze I saw the “Breaking news” sign. Now I don’t know why, but I had a weird feeling on my guts and I just stopped dancing. Then, the reporter said it: “Attention please, a huge explosion has been reported in the northern part of Bogotá in the El Nogal club.” All the girls shrieked and the teacher clapped her hands to her mouth. Immediately I punched the numbers on my father’s phone but he didn’t pick it up. Then I called my brother but he didn’t pick it up either. I was hysterically crying by then. I called my mother and she picked up.
“Hey dear, what is it?” she said.
“Mom, haven’t you heard the news?” I cried. “I think they put a bomb in the club!”She hung up and lasted about 3 minutes from home to the ballet. I jumped on the car and then we rushed to the club. The scene was devastating. There were hundreds of wounded people and tens of dead people. I could see some friends around and I rushed to hug them. One of my friends had lost her dad. She cried so much. I was so worried about my brother and my father so I had to tell her to talk to me later. Then, I saw them both sitting down. They looked horrible, all covered with dust and their clothes were torn apart. Still, we were so happy to find them we hugged their guts off, and we all cried hugging each other for a while. It was something none of us will ever forget

Robert Cooper technique story part 1

School was over at last. It was a Friday, so I was really happy. My mother picked me and my sister at school and then drove us home. I was very happy, because the week had been intense and had seemed as long as a month. I hadn’t made any special plans that Friday, but still I was happy because all I wanted to do was rest. My sister had her ballet lessons though, so my mother had to drive her to the ballet school, and I asked her to drop me at the club. It was already 6:00 p.m. I had no idea that day would be so different from the perfect Friday I imagined. My dad said he would stay at the club with me since he had finished his work early and had nothing better to do. As soon as my mother dropped us on the club, I rushed upstairs to the dining room and sat on an empty table as I took some books out of my backpack. I wanted to finish reading the book that I had to finish for Monday. I called a waiter and asked him to bring me a chocolate sundae and I just kept on reading. By then, it was already 6:30 p.m.

I was so excited! It was Friday, I had ballet classes, and that meant I was going to see my friends. We got to the ballet school and I changed quickly into the ballet uniform. I loved those classes, two of my best friends took the classes with me and the institute itself was very pretty. It was a huge room with mirrors on two of the four walls. There were about four TV screens on top of these mirrors and of course the bars for the ballet. My mother told me she would pick me up after she picked up my brother and my father, so I just chatted with my friends for the time before the class started, which was only a few minutes. In the TVs, the news were going on and we could see the usual stuff…politicians murdered, innocent people murdered, people being kidnapped…Colombia was undergoing a crisis because of terrorists. Still, these tragedies never got to us. It usually happened in the country or in the jungle. Never in Bogotá, and when it did happen in Bogotá it happened in downtown Bogotá, and we lived in the north. We just stopped staring at the TV and waited for the teacher.