Homeless Youth Stories Novels & Stories

"Car accident. When I was six. My relatives took me in for a while, but 'family' is just a word people use to justify treating you like a burden. They used me as a punching bag and a maid until I walked out last year. I’m not smart like you, Harris. I don't have a scholarship. I just have two hands and a lot of bad luck." ​He told me he’d been kicked out of his last job at a cafeteria for asking for too many cash advances. He was homeless, sleeping in parks, and hiding his hunger behind a loud mouth. We were the same, I realized. Two orphans in a city that didn't care if we lived or died. The only difference was that I had Mr. Baker, and I had a roof. ​"Do you really need a job?" I asked, st

We sat on the bean bags and Nathan brought out refreshments. — Tell me about you, since when are you here? "For as long as I can remember," Eddy says. My cousin and I were homeless for a long time until Trevor found us at a robbery we carried out, he brought us with the others and we haven't left since. "And you, Nathan?" - It was something similar. I had drug problems and all of that world, Caleb and Ryder helped me get out of it. - How old are you? "23 and he's 25," Nathan says, "Nick's 22, right?"

I could see the tiny bulge punching out the front of his pants as he jiggled the loose change in his pocket. “You'll have your rent by tonight,” I promised, yelling through the closed door. Jimmy huffed. “You better, or else you're all out of here.” We could hear him cursing down the hall, no doubt planning to jerk off the first chance he got. It was enough to put me off finger buffets for life. Just a few more weeks and I would be gone. I refused to become another statistic. A walking example of what happens when you're spat from the care system and fall through the net of society. Nobody cared once I turned eighteen. Food stamps and Social Security were all I had to get me by. That's when

“When you have another family somewhere? Can you just quit the pretense? It's so frustrating and annoying! Accept the fact that you've been exposed okay?” “Lizzy is someone who I helped years ago, I found her in a construction site with her one year old son, she was homeless. After hearing her pathetic story, I decided to help her and her son. I helped them with accommodations, food and clothing, I enrolled her son in a school and I…”

a family waiting for them. I never did. I was abandoned at an orphanage at birth, tossed around through the system until I turned 18, and came to Twilight City; the land of opportunity and power. There wasn't a single day that I wasn't busting my a** off. Who could have thought that after everything, I'd end up right back at square one; being homeless with a backpack slang over my shoulder, holding only the most basic of necessities?

"Yes, I do. No one deserves to be homeless, especially not someone as young as you." Jayden's eyes glistened with tears as he told me his story. He had been kicked out of his home after his parents had a nasty divorce. His mother had custody, but she had turned to drugs and was unable to take care of him. He had been living on the streets for the past few months, scavenging for food and trying to avoid danger. As he spoke, I felt my heart break for him. I couldn't imagine going through what he had experienced. But I was determined to help him in any way I could.

Tossing the covers off my lower body, I lift my body off my bed into my chair, settling myself correctly, unlock the brakes before wheeling myself into my bathroom to perform my morning routines. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Jace Martin, I'm a 17 years old senior in high school. I'm the second oldest child of my parents five children. My parents are not together any longer, they went their separate ways when my mom walked out of our lives when my youngest sister Amelia was only 4 years old.

Mackayla had worked with children while volunteering at Mother Mable's for a year or more after she had completed high school. Aerina had moved in with Leon about a year and a half ago after living in an abusive home and foster homes for most of her life. "It’s common for kids in her situation. They feel a little insecure and unwanted" Mackayla said. It was part of the reason she had chosen to live with her uncle instead of looking for her own place. "I don't mind her crawling in with me" she hugged her cousin close and smiled. "How was your first night" Leon asked?

They had no home and had to survive in the streets all by themselves. John gave an understanding nod and turned to glimpse at the three kids with the young madam before asking. “Should we have them taken over to Infinity Care?.” Noah’s brows furrowed as he thought deeply. Infinity Care was a charity community under Infinity’s large group of companies. He had set up a neighborhood in a good part of the city where kids who were homeless could be well taken care of and given an education. Yes. That would be better.” Noah approved and gave John a pat on the shoulder for his good thinking. Then Noah left the man whose eyes were still widened from his rare gesture and returned to Lola and the thre

" I knew you loved them but, not to this extent, you took the bullet for Clay without hesitation ," " I do. They're all I ever had. When I was homeless, they were there for me. They made sure I had food to eat. They didn't judge me when I showed up at school smelling like garbage, like the other kids did and when they turned adults, they took me off the streets ," " Wow, I wanna hug them for that. Did your parents die?, if you don't mind me asking. " my mom was messed up on heroin and all sorts of things while my dad was in and out of prison. ,"