Novel & Cerita Homeless Girl

Maybe they just moved out to the cheaper one around here? Okay, this will be my last turn. I’ll just try to call them. Let’s see if they- wait, why does that beggar looks… familiar? I squinted my eyes, trying to get a clearer view of the girl. There’s a girl in t-shirt, sitting on the snowy street. She doesn’t even wear any coat or scarf. She could freeze to death. In front of her, there’s a carton with ‘Homeless & Hungry’ written on it. I saw a glimpse of her face as she lifted her head up when someone put money on the bowl.

Chloe sitting at the bench with her luggage. Now, she became a homeless girl. “Bless them fucking in the hell." She tries to control her tears not sweeping from her eyes. she immediately packed her bags and went out of the house when she saw her boyfriend was winding with a girl on their bed. She patted the bench beneath her and said, "It's a nice home tonight.” Suddenly she hears the noise from the crowd, and a man runs fast through her eyes. An old woman stumbles and shouts "Help! He stoled my wallet!"

Dolly didn't have the support to do it on her own. Dolly couldn't live with Amy. She couldn't live with Joe's parents. She was faced with all the demands of parenthood, as a teenager, no means of financial support. Joe was in prison and could not support her. She was confronted with homeless people. She knew that the baby could not survive if she was homeless. It could not survive. Homeless shelters battered women's shelters and transitional shelters would not accommodate teenagers under the age of seventeen. The shelters would not take in small children. Young mothers who are homeless face many small hurdles such as poverty and education.

"I couldn't get anything. I couldn't find her name in any database. Although, I found some important things out." "Like what?" "She's got no family. All her life she was in and out of people's homes, treated like thrash and she grew up that way. Sometimes living in the streets til someone find her and decide to help her and then that someone throws her out of the house when not needed and then she's back into the streets. She eventually became a prostitute." Everything was still unbelievable to Alex. Everything he's saying means the girl is real. His wife has a replica of her out there.

The day is like any other day a 9 years old girl is sleeping soundly on the ground on a thin mattress. Yes on ground because her parents can't afford a bed. They all stay in one big room with no separate rooms. They had a small kitchen in the room and a common washroom that is used by all tenants of the big house. The girl may be poor economically but her heart is big. She is rich by her beauty. A beauty that can make any boy fall for her at this age only.

"I also see a girl who works herself raw and never complains. A girl who's been knocked down more times than I can count and still gets up smiling." "You make me sound like a saint. I'm not." "No. You sound like someone who needs a break." Lena pulled out a card from her pocket and slid it across the counter. "I run a shelter outside the city," she said. "For people who have nowhere else to go." Nell picked up the card. Plain white. Just a name and an address. Lena Haven. "I can't pay you," Nell said. "I'm not asking for money." "I don't know you."

"Look at me. I just tried to rob my childhood friend because I'm so desperate for money. That feels like failing to me." I know she is right. We sit in silence for a moment. "So where are you staying now?" I ask. "Nowhere. I got kicked out of the last shelter three days ago because I couldn't pay the 2$ f*e." She looks down at her hands. "I've been sleeping in alleys, eating whatever I can find. It's... it's not good, Stella." Suddenly, a crazy, impulsive idea forms in my head. "Come on," I say, standing up. "We're going shopping."

I had exactly seventeen dollars in my pocket, no identification, no references, and nowhere to go. A baby growing inside me. And absolutely no plan. "You lost, honey?" I turned to find an older woman watching me with kind eyes. She wore a volunteer badge that said "City Outreach Program." "I..." My voice came out small. "I just arrived. I don't know where to go." She studied me for a moment, and I wondered what she saw. A scared girl with a bruise on her face and desperation in her eyes, probably. "You running from something?" she asked gently.

I guess the answer lies with the housekeeper and whoever she said broke into the house,’ my grandmother answered. ‘But how were you able to evade the police and people from recognizing the child you were carrying with you? Because obviously you didn't leave Roseville and the poster of the missing girl was everywhere,' Midas grandfather asked. ‘Nobody pays attention to a homeless woman with a child strapped to her back. I was just like a ghost existing until they decide to hand me a few change and then they still do not pay attention. They just hand me whatever they could afford and go without another glance,’ my grandmother said.

When she tried to retrieve her belongings, their predatory gazes made her flee in fear, abandoning her luggage. Sitting on the roadside, she broke down in tears. But after crying, she wiped her tears and smiled bitterly. Before Nathan found her four years ago, wasn’t she just a penniless beggar with nothing? Determined to survive, Isabella started scavenging for food in trash bins, much like the other homeless people.