Once upon a time, there was a boy who had a mega crush on his classmate girl. One day, he decided to tell her how beautiful she was.

    The boy went up to her during class and told her, "You are as pretty as a purple flower." When the girl heard this, she screamed and immediately told the teacher what he had said to her. The teacher, who was furious upon hearing this, yelled at him and said, "GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. NOW!"

 The boy was extremely befumbled, and he tried to question their actions, but the teacher screamed all the more. And so, the boy made his way to the principal's office.

    "What is the problem here, boy?", the principal questioned him. The boy responded, "I said a girl was as pretty as a purple flower." The principal turned red with fury and shouted, "GET OUT- JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE!" The boy jumped back at the man's booming voice, and he decided that leaving was the best option. So, he walked back to his house, full of confusion.

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 Once the boy got home, his parents looked at him with shock and confusion. "What are you doing here so early?" his mom interrogated. "Yes," his father joined in, "you are supposed to be at school!" 

    The boy looked at his parents and said, "I told a girl she was as pretty as a purple flower, and everyone went ballistic!" His parents stood there for a good moment in utter shock and rage when they heard this. His father was the first to speak this time. "You are not my son anymore. GET OUT!" The young boy stood in absolute shock and began to cry at his father's words.

why?!!

    He stumbled as he ran out of the place he used to call "home". The rain outside soaked his clothing, and he was freezing to the bone. He heard a door open from a few feet away. He could hear his parents shout, "AND DON'T EVER COME BACK!" and then, SLAM! 

The boy felt his heart tinge at the harsh words, especially since they were from the ones he called "family". He left and started to walk down the streets, and only then had he realized that he was going to be homeless for the rest of his sad life. He wasn't going anywhere in particular, and he certainly didn't deny the fact that he wished it was all a dream.

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As the agonized boy walked down the street, a raggedy old man, who was homeless as well, decided to speak with him. "What happen'd to ya boy?" "Oh, it all happened so fast. One day I was fine, until I gave this girl a compliment. And now I'm here. Stuck on the streets." He sighed in such a depressing way that the old man felt bad. "What kin'a compliment did ya give the girl to get yerself 'ere wit' me?" the old man asked. The boy hesitated, then decided to tell him. "I told her she was as pretty as a purple flower."

The old man shrieked in his crackly voice and said, "COMPLIMENT?!?! YOU CRIMINAL! YER DON'T EVEN DESERVE THE STREETS!  GET OUTTA MY SIGHT!" The boy, used to scolding by now, walked away in sorrow. Why was everyone so against what he said? Why was it so horrid to them? the boy thought.

    Just as the boy was about to go find some food, better said as scraps of food, he saw the girl. The girl who ruined my life, the boy thought. She was picking some oranges from a tree, but when she saw him, she screamed.

"THAT'S HIM!" the girl shrieked as she pointed like a compass towards the north. And he was, unfortunately, the north.

    Suddenly, out of nowhere, three policemen came out from behind the girl and grabbed the ragged boy by his two arms. But the boy did not struggle with them nor question, for he did not have the energy to do so. With a stern voice, the policeman holding his right arm stated, "You are under arrest." The boy, absolutely stunned, could not find any words to defend himself. In fact, he could not find any words at all. His mouth went dry, and his eyes watered.

After being shoved into a police car with his hands cuffed, he began to laugh hysterically- not because anything was humorous at the moment, but because of the fact that he was being arrested for one sentence. Because of a flower. About a damned purple flower! he thought angrily. He laughed breaths of agony and cried tears of anger. He didn't know what to feel anymore. His thoughts were disturbed when he felt a powerful jerk to his stomach that made him grunt. "Quit laughing, maniac," the police officer said to him in the same tone he'd heard before.