“Happy birthday sis,” said my older sister, head cheer leader. I offered her a weak smile. She thrusted a present wrapped in pink wrapping paper. Ew. I hate pink I thought. I grabbed it, and slowly opened it, dreading the contents. There was a blank box under the wrappings. I picked up the lid and looked inside. A pink mini skirt.
“I thought that you needed more pink in your wordrobe,” she said, looking at my ripped black mini dress and combat boots.
“Thanks,” I said through my teeth. She beamed at me. Then my little 7 year old brother came over, and handed me a bag. I reached into the bag and pulled out something soft. A pink toy bear. Lovely. I smiled, sorta, and ruffled his hair. His eyes widened, and he smiled.
“Honey! Come with me! You’re father and I have a surprise for you!” my mom chirpped. She grabbed my arm, and rushed me to the garage. Oh God, now what? I thought. My mom opened the garage door, and there, sat a brand new shiny car. And guess what.
It’s pink.