I got my new fidget spinner after a long week of pleading and begging with my father. It had came in a minute cardboard box, with nothing but a small sticker logo on one side to symbolise the company that had made it. I tore open the packaging and out tumbled the brand-new fidget spinner.

My brand-new, neon pink fidget spinner.

''Dad!''

''What?''

''I can't use this fidget spinner!''

''Why?''

''Because-''

''It still works, doesn't it? Or is it broken?''

''But it's the wrong colour! It's bright pink!''

''So? Does that even matter now?

''Yes!' I shouted. ''Yes, it does!''