Homeless Girl Novels & Stories

she said, putting one hand over the other. I nod. I had seen Tina on the street for the first time. She was homeless—a young homeless orphan roaming around the street. Society wasn't friendly with kids like that, so she had little of nothing. So I took it upon myself to fend for her. I wanted to give her the best. So I gave her food.

Scared to the nth degree. Days passed she hid in the alley with no food. With no water. With no warmth. She pissed on her body. Pissed and pissed on herself. The piss would warm her skin at first but afterwards helps the freezing air add to her misery. She cried. She wept. She visibly shakes. Her stomach grumbles violently in hunger yet she can’t smell an aroma of food. No food. No water to drink. No shelter. And the poor girl stayed there. Dying, wanting someone. Anyone to come and rescue her. But no one came. Her papa never came. She’d always stare at herself. At her ankle. I don’t know why she does it.

Two cups later, she felt alive and refreshed again and so she tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to wake Alicia who was still soundly sleeping on their twin bed. Their small, dilapidated but very tidy apartment consisted of just a single bedroom, a bathroom and a sitting room-cum-kitchen. Despite how small, dingy and inconvenient the apartment is and it being located in a very remote part of town, it was like a safe haven to its occupants. As two homeless girls who have lived most of their lives in the streets, without the protection of the four walls of a home, that apartment was a huge upgrade!

She was kicked out of the house and left with nothing and nowhere to go. The night was so cold, and Blair had nowhere to go. She doesn't even have her cell phone at the moment. The girl walked in her sneakers to one of the pay phones on the side of the road. Blair dug in her trouser pocket to see if any money was left there. She didn't get anything. In a payphone box, someone had just left. Blair saw some coins that had fallen. She picked it up quickly. The girl's stomach hurt. She hadn't even had dinner when her mother kicked her out. Blair couldn't remember her friends' contact numbers. There was only one close friend Blair could contact. At least she wanted a ride for the night before thi

but no ,it's now occupied by some strangers. I watched with all curiosity and intense attention but especially forcing on the room up close to mine, " i mean I can clearly see through that particular one, " who do you think will be occupying that room? " I ask myself . The door opened shortly after a while and a girl stepped inside the room, if am to guess she's my age mate. I can clearly see her face, about same height with me or clearly am just an inch taller, she has a brown curly hair which was tied up in donut,

After a little while, the girl calmed down and said, "I know you are scared; it's written all over you, but you have nothing to worry about, you cute naive girl. I know this seems strange and weird, but I promise I won't hurt you. Nobody would hurt you. You have my word. " Robbin said nothing, she only stood where she was and continued staring at the girl whose statement was anything but reassuring. She still had that glint of mischief in her eyes. Her statement was actually frightening. What did she mean by "cute naive girl?" Is she trying to mock me? " Robbin thought. Sensing her dilemma, the girl slowly walked up to her, rolling her eyes in irritation. She explained, "This is where I live

The girls they had decided their world would not miss. I went through their storage of files, and in the beginning, it was misfits and girls without families or many friends. Girls and young women, they figured, would not be missed or searched for. Homeless, addicted, or just plain unlucky in life. They were judged without even knowing that they were useless in their government’s eyes.

A single piece of bun for her hunger, but face the brute cruelty of those who remain passive –no mercy, nothing, but pledge that deeds wouldn’t remain unpunishable once caught. Breathless, the young girl evoke what strength left her to survive, not rot, regardless of how dreadful she appeared. Messy hair tied on a knot nestled on top her head, and bones sticking at how malnourished she had become had not roused compassion, but stored fury. With soaked clothes, tattered with holes and enormous for her small physique, she runs utmost, the impoverished area of Mexico where nobody daresay offered a roof for comfort. She runs for her life, crying onslaught that majority whipped their heads and tu

The thought made her shudder for reasons she couldn't quite describe or assign any meaning to. She smiled at the angelic looking boy. "Oh, nevermind." He nodded, still smiling and eyeing her curvy frame as she continued to dress herself in his clothing. "Suits you better," he commented. Mika nodded and thanked him. "Well, what now?" "We have a mission tomorrow," the boy said casually. "A girl of your.... talents.... could come in handy." Miaka nodded again, ignoring the subtext. "I'd love to help in any way I can," she nodded, playing it safe for now. She had no idea how powerful these people were - especially the tall, androgenous one. His aura was more terrifying than even Eigen himself.

Jonea crosses an underground pedestrian bridge that is mainly inhabited by homeless people. The girl gives out free milk every morning to the homeless. She stopped at a group of homeless people huddled under their sleeping bags and blankets. Jonea places a carton of milk next to the head of a homeless person who sleeps, wearing nothing but a cardboard blanket. The girl felt pity. She couldn't see the man's face because it was hidden by his long matted hair. "Go to the social shelter for the winter. At least you can get free sweaters and blankets there."