I suppose when you first saw this, you just expected a bunch of words on a paper or webpage that really don’t have any meaning. Well in most ways that’s true, it’s just a story; perhaps you can get something out of it.
At one point in time, not that anyone really knows what point of time, there was a small boy. He wasn’t an especially nice-looking boy, just a regular-looking boy with a smaller build for a boy of about ten years of age, all that and his messy bunch of black hair on his head made him seem like just a regular kid. Yet he wasn’t, he had an odd mutation that made the iris of his eyes purple. He was different, in just one small way. To some that makes all the difference though.
Now this small boy had gone to a quiet and kind private school for the first few years of his schooling. He lived in a decent home, with a loving mother and father. Life was pleasant and he hardly understood what hardship was.
His school changed this year though; the small private school he had been going to had to close down, so his father decided that his boy would be sent to a large public school so that his son could experience something new and begin to grow up. He felt that it was time for that small boy to leave the more sheltered private school and go into the more open public school where he could properly learn about society and his subjects. His father had no idea what this would do, but how could anyone?
The first day of school the small boy trudged up to what looked like a mansion of a school to him. Being used to the small private school, the large public school meant for over two-thousand students easily intimidated him, but his mother had talked to him about this the day before and told him stories of her days in a public school so he didn’t feel too afraid. They boy walked inside with his wide eyes staring at everything, those purple eyes that were so different and foreign to everyone else. It didn’t take long for people to notice them and the small boy noticed a few people staring at him.
The most noticeable of the people staring at him was another boy. He was several grades ahead of the small boy and rather large in comparison to the small boy. He had a scar on his right cheek and short-cut brown hair. His dark brown eyes were staring at the small boy, currently he was curious, but soon his mouth was curled in a sneer.
The scarred boy saw something different in the small boy, the small boy’s purple eyes just weren’t natural and therefore the scarred boy labeled the small boy as someone who doesn’t belong. Ideas already formed in the scarred boy’s head on how to alienate the small boy already.
The small boy kept walking along the hallway of the school with his schedule and school map in hand so that he could find his ways to his classes. He had no idea that the scarred boy was standing in front of him as an immovable wall. The small boy bumped into the scarred boy with a slight thump, he was startled and moved back a few steps, looking up at the scarred boy’s face and leering eyes. The scarred boy had an ugly smile come upon his face as he uttered the first of many names for the small boy.
“Purp. That’s what I’ll call you, Purp, for them ugly-looking purple eyes,” the scarred boy said with an ugly grin and a cruel voice.
The small boy was shocked that the scarred boy would act like this, no one in his small public school had really been so mean, the worst that had happened was when a boy called a girl odd, but being called Purp would never have happened. That would have been rebuked by the teacher right away.
The small boy had been standing there for a while whilst thinking and the scarred boy gave him a shove to his shoulder. “Purp! I’m talking to ya. Earth to Purp.”
The small boy shook his head to clear his mind and looked up at the scarred boy once more. “H-hi,” he managed to squeak out and then stood there, not knowing what to do.
