. I would like to tell you an urban story (you can believe it or not) which has been the main subject during our breaks since it happened. A few months ago some of my classroom decided to play a football match in the high school on Sunday. As you should know the high school is closed during the weekend, but it doesn’t matter. Anyway, we met in front of the door at half past eleven. When I arrived they were talking how we could get in. After a few moments of arguments, we decided to jump above the door. So at least we got in. And we begin to play football. It was fantastic; we spent a very fun time there until my friend Oriol decided to kick a penalty. He threw the ball so hard that it broke a mirror and it entered into the high school. Oh my God! And the worst thing is that my name was in that ball. Suddenly the bell rang and we had to break it because if we hadn’t done that the police would have arrived in a few minutes. So here we are! I had to enter into the high school. My friend and I decided to get in while the others were looking the street to warn us in case the police would come. We entered through the broken window. Everything was in silent. My friend was afraid of the cameras, but I wasn’t because I knew that they only record if the main computer is open. We searched the ball but it wasn’t anywhere. Suddenly we saw the ball bouncing along the stairs. Why did the ball do that? We began to be afraid, but we had to find that stupid ball. I would kill to have a gun in that situation, but I didn’t have it. I run and I jumped and finally I caught the ball. And when I saw it I had a shiver. Someone had written something in the ball” you have woken me up”. Well I cannot describe what I though when I saw this I preferred not to say anything to Oriol. So I get out as I fast as I could. And luckily we could gateway and we returned to our houses. On Monday everybody was talking about this. I decided to say nothing. Since then I haven’t gone on weekends there.