Novel & Cerita Homeless Girl

"I'm about to turn 18 soon, and I'm a senior, you?" "I'm 17 and I'm a senior as well" I beamed up at him and he looked at me softly. I carefully stepped down the stairs hoping not to trip and fall making a fool out of myself. "How'd you...how'd you get here?" He asked curiously and I gulped a little trying to think of a perfect response. "My mom....couldn't afford me....so she put me in boarding system but she made mistakes in the form and there were no placements in the girls one....so I landed here," I said in one breath and smiled nervously hoping he didn't ask further.

Moment of truth, gear up Sarah, I said to myself. Zayn, Melisa and Ashton were all there, Eric introduced me to the other two girls, Zerrin and Pelin, the former, a brunette with gold highlights and the prettiest sparkling grey eyes looking chic in stylish cutoff jeans and a beaded sleeveless top and the latter a tall thin sloe eyed beauty wearing skin tight shorts and a halter top. Wow, all of it looked designer. I felt a bit underdressed. Ashton, always affectionate came up to me and gave me a hug. I instantly felt better.

Even though she lived in a hellish house because of those two, it was still the safest for her. But when she learned that the talisman was thrown away, Jia who had been holding her anger for a long time finally erupted. She ran away! "So right now, I am a homeless child. I don't have any friends or relatives that could take me. The first person that came to my mind is, strangely, you. I planned to stay in your ward for a couple of days before I could find an apartment. It will take me days to find a part-time job and a dorm to settle in."

"It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class." "Now I'm gonna stop you there. You think you're not worthy to be a student of St. Jude simply because your parents aren't rich and influential? Girl, I don't know where all this is coming from, but you've never been one to be ashamed of where you're from or your parents' status. Your parents provide for you. Y'all are comfortable. You don't have to be elite to feel worthy of something. So you're going to get rid of that feeling and put on your armor of confidence, 'cause you're 'That Girl' an

The girls listened, their eyes reflecting the same hunger for a better life. In that small, cramped room, surrounded by the peeling wallpaper of a "poor man’s PG," Zara felt a spark of hope. She didn't know that the funds for this very room would be cut in a matter of weeks. She didn't know that Uncle Rahim was already preparing to watch her starve. All she knew was that she had made it. She was a girl in the city, and she had friends. The lioness had entered the cage, but she wasn't afraid. Not yet.

The pain is a grinding, hollow ache, but it's the hunger that is truly the worst. It claws at my stomach, making every frantic breath shallow and sharp. But I can't stop. I have to keep going, keep putting distance between myself and that crumbling prison—the place I once called "home." Now, it's just The Dubois Orphanage, a name that tastes like ash. Now, it's Hell. I am running from hell at all costs, escaping the devil in the guise of Mr. Dubois. Last night, the sick old man finally crossed the line. His dirty paws. The thought alone sends a wave of revulsion so strong I have to spit on the pavement just to clear the taste. My eighteenth birthday wasn't a celebration; it was the trigger f

It was when I cleared the dust from it that I realized the girl in the picture was Morra. I was surprised to see a picture of her. She looked way younger in this. Did she live here once? She told me she had nowhere to go and was homeless. Or did she come here to stay for a while because she had nowhere to go? I kept the picture of me in my pocket and left the cabin. It gave me the creeps anyway.

She couldn't remember. "No, I can. I was . . . damn, I was down off of Commerce Drive," she said, remembering the landmarks flashing past her police cruiser. "Got out to get a drink . . . stopped and talked to that homeless girl. She was too damn young to be on the streets." Shamira didn't think the girl could be a day over eighteen, but she had a look about her that made her seem older. Slim girl . . . looked like a Native American. Must be what life is like for her.

This year, no one is renting their house because her parents have returned to Davao City. So now, Julia and Shan are living with me and my parents lived at my grandmother's place. So, it is just me, Lia, Shan, and my sister, Faith. Speaking of Faith, where is she? I hadn’t noticed her today. "John!" I looked at Faith who had just come inside and was accompanied by a girl who looked just the same age as Shan, "Can I invite her? She is our new friend and her name is Ciara." "Shara?"

Came her voice from far away. “Always.” *** Isabella moved to the house down the street, where she used to live years ago, this summer. Her father took off, and she never really knew her mother. When she went away, I was so sad and angry at her even though everything was out of her control. She needed to be where her father would be. When she walked out of her house, I didn't expect to see her in the outfit she was in. Her denim shorts were so short it showcased her beautiful long legs, and there was nothing other than a crop top on her body. She paired it with ankle boots, which did wonders to the height, and I can't help but notice the light color of the denim contrasted beautifully with h