It was an ordinary day at school for juniors Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, and Sam Manson. They were eating lunch at the table they eat at every weekday when an obviously new student walked into the cafeteria.

This girl really was a sight—she was dressed head-to-toe in nothing but pink: she wore a light pink shirt, a hot pink scarf, tickle-me-pink pants, and salmon tennis shoes. The only non-pink thing she wore was a silver, heart-shaped locket hanging around her neck.

"How unoriginal," thought Sam. "I can't believe someone could be so opposite of individual."

The pink girl walked to the trio's table and asked, "Is it okay if I sit here?"

"Sure," Danny replied. The girl sat and pulled out her pink Barbie® lunchbox and set it on the table.

"I'm Tanya, by the way," quoth she.

"Danny," said the Fenton. "That's Tucker and Sam."

"Hi," saluted Tanya. Tucker waved in response.

"Fashion slave," Sam uttered under her breath.

"Hmm?" Tanya questioned.

"I called you a fashion slave. I mean, is fitting in that important to you? Why not try being unique? 'Cause at the rate you're going, you'll end up as the forgettable kid who never amounts to anything."

"But—"

"And really, you probably won't be accepted by the popular crowd anyway. Your outfit is tacky, you carry a Barbie® lunchbox…."

"But—"

"… You're not that pretty and you decided to sit with an unpopular group. So really, your popularity ended before it even started. You might as well not even try."

Tanya couldn't take it. She stood up and walked away with her lunchbox. Before exiting the cafeteria, she turned and looked at Sam. "I think I've figured out why you're so unpopular."

Once Tanya was gone, Danny and Tucker stared at Sam.

"Jeez, Sam! You didn't have to be so mean," Tucker chastised.

"Oh come on, Tucker. I was just being blunt. I'm not going to censor my own thoughts," Sam defended.

"But you didn't even give her a chance. You just kept putting her down with no actual proof that she's the person you think she is," Tucker shot back.

"Whatever. I'm probably right anyway," Sam stated.

She couldn't be any farther from right.

The next day, Tanya arrived at school wearing a much less obvious outfit: it was composed of a turquoise top, jeans, and white sneakers; that silver locket still hung around her neck.

Sam approached Tanya, satisfied that Tanya wasn't so conformed. "I see what I said got to you," sneered she.

Tanya posed a shocked look. "Are you really that arrogant?" she inquired. "Do you seriously think I changed my wardrobe overnight just because of your unnecessary lecture yesterday?"

"Well, didn't you?" the Manson rejoined.

Tanya opened her locket, revealing a small photo of an old woman inside. "Yesterday was my grandmother's birthday."

"So?"

"She died of breast cancer four years ago. Since then I've worn all pink for her birthday in her memory. I'm sorry if that's a crime."

"Sorry. I didn't know."

"Yeah, I got that. Y'know next time, don't be so quick to judge." And with that Tanya stalked away.