Jose had just woken up.
“Hurry you’re going to be late,” said his mom. He rushed to school. His first class was Spanish.
“So are we going to play soccer after school?” asked Luis.
“Yeah I just have to finish my chores and homework first,” said Jose. The bell rings and Jose walks down the stairs and hits a left and arrives at his second period, Band class.
“What’s up?” said George.
“Nothing much, so are you going to play soccer with us after school as well?” asked Jose.
“Yeah.” said Luis. Four periods later the bell rings and everyone is dismissed. Jose was walking home from school through the canal, same as always. All he could think about was his ten-thousand dollar ball he won at the amusement park. The ball was signed by more than half of the professional soccer players. He walked down the canal, then walked down the street, past the creepy looking house, and arrived home.
“¿Tienes hambre Jose?” asked his mom.
“No,” he answered “I’m not hungry.”  Jose then washed the dishes, cleaned the living room, washed the clothes and did his bed. His chores were finished. He called his friends and told them to meet up at the Mustang Park. Most of them said okay and met up at the park.
They arrived at the park, there were only eight people that went: Jose, Luis, George, Sergio, Salvador, Rodolfo, Jesus and Ernesto. Jose finally decided he was going to use his ten-thousand dollar ball. They were playing a regular four versus four game. Then Sergio kicked the ball and two guys took it and started running. Jose and Sergio started chasing them while the other six friends were talking.
“I’ve seen them watching us play for a while,” said Luis.
“I think they know about Jose’s ten-thousand dollar ball,” said Sergio. After three minutes of Jose and Sergio chasing them, they got into a white van that was already on. Jose read the license plate and all he saw was the first three letters BA5.
Two weeks had gone by and Jose was walking home, the same way as always, and he saw an exact white van go into the creepy old house. He read the license plate BA51CB.  He knew it was them. Jose decided he’ll try to get it at night.
Around nine at night Jose snuck out through his room window. He put one of his old soccer balls on the pillow and put three pillows under and covered it with a blanket so it could look like he was sleeping, just in case his mom walked in. He went to the side of the house and hopped the fence to the backyard. The window was halfway open. Jose was walking towards it and hit a bucket. It made a loud noise and Jose froze. He was hoping the guy didn’t wake up. No sign of anyone, as he was walking towards the window he heard “woof”.  It was a big husky, Jose ran as fast as he could. He tripped over the same bucket, he fell on his back. The dog was on him. When the dog was about to bite him he reached to his left and felt a shovel handle. He hit the dog. Jose hopped the fence and as he was walking he felt something cold running down his leg. When he looked down he saw blood. He cut himself when he was hopping the fence. He ran home, went in the bathroom and wiped it off.  The next morning ,Saturday, his mom asked why there was blood on his pants.
“I cut myself playing soccer,” He replied. The next day he was thinking all day of how to get his ball. He finally thought of a way.
Jose walked to their house again but this time with a backpack that had ham in it. When he arrived, he threw ham on the other side of the backyard. The dog went for the ham and Jose snuck through the window. He saw someone get up out of bed. Jose didn’t know what to do. He grabbed anything he saw to his left and hit it with it. It was an old lady.  He started panicking, he searched the room for the ball but didn’t find anything. Jose put the old lady in the bed as if she were sleeping. He opened the door and then it shut and made a loud noise. He went through every room but one. When he went in that room he saw the guy that had took the ball. He knew the ball was going to be in there. He searched the room but couldn’t find the ball. He heard someone wake up so he jumped in the closet. The door shut and so Jose got out of the closet and kept searching. The door knob moved and he ran behind the door. When the door was about to close he threw himself through the little crack of the door opening. Jose went back into the room where the old lady was at. He didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t breathing he wasn’t sure if he killed her. Jose started shaking her and she woke up, so he jumped under the bed. Old socks and smelly shoes were under the bed. He couldn’t handle the smell. It smelled like rotten eggs. He got out from under the bed and ran through the hallway. The old lady just kept screaming “There’s someone in the house, help me!” He heard the guy that had taken the ball. Jose started running then when he got to the living room he saw an old beaten up brown trophy case. His ball was in there. The guy that had taken the ball was about to tackle him but Jose hopped to his left and the guy hit the trophy case. It shattered. Jose grabbed his ball, as well as another one that was also signed by professionals. Then he tried opening the door, but it didn’t open. The door was boarded up and didn’t even have a doorknob. Jose then ran to the back of the living room while the guy that took his ball was trying to hit him with the same bat he hit the old lady with. He ran as fast as he could and hopped through the window. It broke and Jose fell on the grass rolling. The dog started chasing him it hopped on him and was about to bite him but he punched it in the nose. The owner hit Jose in the stomach with the bat. Jose kicked him in the face, got up, and punched him in the face. He fell to the ground and Jose got the balls, threw them over the fence, and then he jumped it. He started running home with a ball in his hand and one in his backpack. His jeans had ripped and his lip was bleeding. When he got home his mom was in the living room.
“Where the heck were you Jose!” asked his mom.
“I was at my friend’s house,” he replied.
“Then why are you bleeding from your lip, and why are your new jeans ripped,” she asked.
“I’m tired, goodnight,” he said.
The next day at school he took the ball to show his friends he had got it back. They all asked how. He said he had found out where the guys lived and went to their house snuck through the window and explained his whole experience. Jose thought he was cool, but he had gotten his ball back, plus an extra ball that was also signed by some professionals. Jose went on with his life and forgot about everything.
Then he was at the park one day and he saw the guys that had took the ball start chasing him. He ran faster than ever, he looked back and seen them pull out a knife. He kept running and saw Sergio smack the knife out of the guy’s hand. Jose stopped and dodged the guy that was going toward him and then dropped him. Both of the guys left and never came back. One night, around twelve Jose heard a vase break. He got up and went to check what it was. He saw a dark shadowy figure that looked like a man.
“Dad,” said Jose. “No not dad.”  Jose grabbed a cup that someone had left on the table and threw it at its head. The figure ducked and missed it. Jose ran, grabbed him, and threw him on the floor he flipped him over on his stomach and called his dad. His dad turned on the light and called the cops. It was the guy that took his ball, his name was Ron.
“He’s the one that broke into my house!” he yelled. Jose went to bed and forgot about everything.