Homeless Girl Novels & Stories

He perched down with me and continued to examine my condition. "I was supposed to meet this girl, she--she wanted a roommate an---," before I could finish, Cain interrupted. "These apartments are shady Kath, they need innocent girls like you to take the blame whenever they get in trouble." his words didn't surprise me a lot. I've seen people taking advantage of innocent girls like me, so it wasn't something entirely new to me. "Now I'm homeless and have no job." I sighed and finally lifted my face only to find him watching me without blinking his eyes.

Whether she survives or not wasn't Monalisa's business, she fled with a good amount of cash gotten from her drawer, deciding to move to New York City. That was how this sixteen year old girl started fending for herself and was living on the streets as a homeless child, she went through a very hard time, sometimes she found something to eat, sometimes she starves, sometimes she tries to beg and people take pity on her, that has been her lifestyle till she turned eighteen and was able to get a job as a salesgirl in a grocery store. Barry was one of the customers she attended to, he took interest in her and started coming often, even when he didn't have anything to buy and soon enough they were

“The nasty reporters were camping at my door and… and making a nuisance of themselves and… now I am going to be homeless!” “Don’t be silly,” Irene tsk-tsked. “I am here. So is Rafael and the rest of my family. How could you be homeless with us here? You will come and live with me.” Belinda pulled away and shook her head. “I couldn’t!” she protested. “I don’t want to be a bother to you. I can’t pay you back.” “What payment?” Irene asked as she pulled away from the girl and looked around the living room, her brain working behind her eyes. “No one is charging you anything. We don’t bill family.”

I can see it in her empty eyes, the way she carries herself with a fragile confidence. "I mean no harm," I assure her, trying to calm her fears. The girl's expression twists in disgust. "Who are you?" she spits, her voice laced with revulsion. "What are you?" she continues, her gaze raking over me. "I don't even care. Just leave this place. I don't have any spare change to give to you." I sigh and tilt my head, a wry smile crossing my lips. "I'm not homeless." The girl snorts. "Yeah, right. Says all homeless people." She turns away, dumping the trash bag into the nearby can.

she hissed at them. "You're right; it is not funny what happened to her. She is sadly trying to stay afloat in the hardships of her environment. Love, if I heard right, she lives with her grandmother who has dementia and can't work anymore." Pandora shook her head, hating that the girl was selling her body because the fucked up economy made it so hard for people in families like hers. "Okay, well that's only more reason for you not to be laughing about any of this," she told them.

No food or water and just a bucket in the corner for you to use as the toilet but no paper. There was one new girl that came in one night. She looked like she was about ten years old. She has long dark hair attached to her head that her small frame looked like it could hardly hold it up. Her eyes held sorrow and she would hardly speak. I knew she would struggle here and I knew I couldn't let that happen as much as I could. That night I made my way over to her. "Do you mind if I talk with you for a minute?" She shook her head so I knew I was ok to speak.

After that, Dad set up an auto back-up of the server that Zara couldn’t access to be safe. Mom, Dad, and Estelle take turns staying the night, so I can go to work from eleven p.m. until three a.m. with Jasper. We hand out warm clothes and food to as many sigmas as we can find in the frigid January weather, and check in with ones who have become familiar with us coming around. Some girls seem to disappear off the face of the Earth. Their friends don’t know what happened to them and don’t seem to understand that it’s a bad thing for someone to just stop showing up. Besides homeless shelters and abandoned buildings, we go to nightclubs or strip clubs to find sigmas that need help. There are jus

The boy mumbled again as the crowd dispersed. "You shouldn't take people's things." The girl chided him and she helped him up. She took him to the warehouse and she poured the leftovers she got into a plate. "If you're hungry, you beg bit steal." "I did beg, but they don't give me. They always send me away like I was Filth." "You do look dirty too. Don't you bath?". The girl asked and the boy shook his head. "I have no place to sleep, how can I bath?". The girl sighed and nodded.

"Are you…are you going to take me away? Alright. I'll go with you. It's fine by me even if you're a homeless person. I can endure hardships. Take me away. It's fine even if I had to wander the streets as a beggar for the rest of my life." Upon saying that, tears streamed down the girl's face. "Who…who are you?" Kingston asked.

She believed and she did She managed to survive without him but she never was able to live again. 1 year ago.... Today was the hardest day of her life... It's been 2 days since she had a full meal 3 nights since she had full night sleep and 1 hour since the landlord refused to let her stay any longer. Her condition was worse than ever before.... She was poor earlier but now she was degraded to the level of homeless ,penniless and helpless girl. Stalling the streets of New York with pockets empty, heart broken and soul shattered was a girl no one knew.