Shweta's+Awesome+Story!

"I can't wait any longer! Let's go!" Bobby whined.

Bobby, Shweta, and her dad had just made it to the Lance Armstrong Stadium in New York for the US Open. The air was thick and humid with sunshine peering through the clouds. Outside of the stadium, every inch of land was polluted with people either waiting for tickets, discussing the match they saw, or waiting to go into the stadium. Vivid yellow signs and hats brightened the scenery, resembling tennis balls. The three of them had been planning to go see a match played the whole summer, knowing that they all had a passion for tennis.

"We can't go yet! First we have to get our tickets!" Shweta hollered over the roar of the crowd to her friend, Bobby.

"Umm...I already bought my ticket," Bobby mumbled.

Shweta raised her eyebrows in astonishment. "How could you have gotten a ticket if we just got here?"

"Oh. Uh. I. My mom bought me a ticket in advance," he stuttered.

Shweta noticed his hands were twitching, and he was looking down at the ground as if he were guilty of a crime. "Okay...I'll meet you inside the stadium as soon as my dad and I get our tickets".

After that, Bobby skipped to the Lance Armstrong Stadium entrance and ducked under the security guard's arm when he wasn't looking. Still baffled, Shweta followed her father to the ticket booth.

"Psst. Over here!" Bobby half-whispered as Shweta and her father entered the stadium. Since Bobby got into the stadium early, he had gotten close seats near the court.

Smiling in excitement, Shweta ran to the empty seats Bobby had reserved for her and her father. A few minutes later, the two professional players entered the court with a serious look of matureness. The flashing scoreboard to her left told her that the man in the red shirt was Nishikori and the man in the white shirt was Ferrer. After the two professionals were all warmed up, Nishikori began to serve.

His swing was as graceful and powerful as a shark inching closer to his prey. His racket made a booming sound when it touched the strings, which flung across the net to Ferrer's posession. The game continued, Ferrer and Nishikori vieing for each an every match point. After a while, Nishikori won the match point with an amazing backhand, which sent the crowd roaring with joy. The booming voice of the vender trying to sell popcorn distracted Shweta and Bobby, but they managed to plug their ears in deep concentration. Every so often, Shweta's eyes would trail to the scoreboard, making sure she was up to date with the latest match points. However, as her eyes caught a glimpse of Bobby's seat, he was cringed in fear. Shweta followed his gaze to the police who was checking everyone's tickets.

"Bobby, what's wrong?" Shweta asked with concern to her friend. Bobby's cheeks turned bright red.

"Idon'thaveaticket," mumbled Bobby.

"What?" Shweta said.

"I said, I don't have a ticket," he whispers.

"But...you...I--"

"When you and your dad were getting tickets, I sneaked into the stadium without one. My mother never got a ticket for me, and I forgot my money!" Bobby wailed aloud.

"Now what are we going to do?" Shweta grumbled, peering at the policeman who was heading towards them. Bobby just shook his head in guilt when the police stopped in front of them.

"May I see your ticket, please?" the police said in his deep, booming voice. For some reason, the aroma of french fries and fruit punch coming from the seat in front of them became nauseating.

"Well sir, I don't have a ticket at the moment, but I am willing to pay you tomorrow," stuttered Bobby. Raising his eyebrows in complete disbelief, the policeman points his long, stubby finger towards the Exit.

"I'm sorry I messed up your day," apologized Bobby to Shweta and her father when they were out of the stadium; Shweta and her father had to go with Bobby since he was required to have parental supervision.

"It's okay, Bobby, but I want you to know that it was wrong to sneak in without paying," said Dad.

"Trust me, I learned the hard way". With that, they all began to laugh and headed towards the car. Just before entering the car, Shweta noticed a sign that read, "Free Tennis Balls" and with that, she jogged to the stand. Shweta grabbed three balls and headed back to the car. She handed her dad and Bobby each a fuzzy and squishy ball, and got in the car.

"Don't worry, Bobby. This has been one of the best days of my life!"