Chris Sturniolo had a favourite colour just like every other person, although his was a bit unusual for a boy. His favourite colour was pink. He loved pink bows, pink clothes, and he really loved his mothers teacup set. He was at his local skate park, he groaned while sitting down. He had just took a fall, scraping his knee. He pulled a plaster out of his pocket, a pink hello kitty one. He took the backing off of the plaster and as he finished putting it on, a girl skated up to him.