Blood on the ash

Just because one is special, doesn't mean they have a greater purpose in life, does it? A young boy wondered as his pupils were as black as night and his hair like coal. He sat online under a big oak tree, looking out at the other kids. he was about to say something, but the church bells rang, and a priest came out and took all the kids in. The black pupiled kid, was about to walk in, but the priest kicked him down the stairs with a look of despise. The doors closed as he had to go around the streets again this day. No family, no friends, he was fine with it, he even enjoyed it.