Novel & Cerita Homeless Youth Stories

Cruz surrendered and Jessica smiled mischievously. "There are about five of them in different parts of LA. After my experience with Clyde, I realized there are so many people going through the same thing every single day. Even though there was nothing I could do about it, I decided to open the charity homes to give the little support I can to teenagers who have been through or are going through the same situation. No one was there to give us the right advice, so I thought I should be there for them." He explained. "Remember the time I told you a lot of people have heard my story? That was them. I just didn't tell them it happened to me because I didn't have the courage. I loved living a perf

She opens the bag and pulls out random, half eaten items that look like trash and smiles as she seems like she's about to bite into one. I clear my throat and say, " Maybe this feels strange, but also like we are supposed to know each other or something. To be honest, I feel like I've known you my whole life, but I'm not sure why. Do you maybe want to hang out so we could go get some food or something?" Smiling, she stands up and says,"Really? because I've got that same feeling and it's been forever since I've had hot food." Confused, I asked."What do you mean?" she looks down and says," I've been homeless since pretty much my eighteenth birthday." My jaw drops. I thought maybe she was just

I tried to keep the astonishment out of my voice, but nonetheless, it is there. "Yes, we made our way to a storm shelter under an overpass, there we had to fight our way to a part of the homeless life. Begging was something that made us both sick, but without the money that it offered, we had to retreat back to the shelter. At one time we were taken in by a group home. There, we tried to keep a low profile. We couldn't let people know what Maybell was, or Fletcher would catch up to us." The story that i have heard today almost breaks the heart that i have put walls around.But because of those walls, my heart is safe, but for how much longer?

I believe Yuri can do something like that. To think I was afraid of this Shadow only to find my long-lost brother. “How did he get you?” I sighed then took a seat, the guys knocked telling me the clean-up crew was outside, I let them in then poured us drinks. “I stole from him.” He chuckles. “You the guy that stole his money and contracts? Damn brother, I turned the gang world upside down these days looking for the damn briefcase.” I chuckled. “Well, I was tired of being homeless and when the opportunity presented itself, I took it. I just wanted to feel what it was like to live the good life before I die, what it was like to be respected and seen. I mean no one sees the people who are homel

As kids growing up in poverty, we used what we have. My mind drifts to the evening ahead of me. Without thinking about it, I start digging through my purse. I pull out a shooter of vodka and slam it all at once. I keeping my eyes closed a few extra seconds just to fully experience the warmth of the liquid gliding down my throat and wait for it to calm me. I look over at my husband as he drives us through the city towards our destination. He isn’t a very handsome man. I met him when I was fifteen and homeless. He brought me in and gave me a place to live. Shortly after that. I was pregnant and he became my person. The only one who truly loved and cared about me. He was taller than me, but st

Lian joked but Keane had a satisfied smile on his face. "You don't have to share more if you don't want to." "No, I want to. It's been long overdue anyway," Lian took a deep breath. "I, uhm, I was homeless for the first three years and I was cold and hungry and I wasn't earning enough from all the jobs that I took so I started doing drugs," his voice cracked as he said the last few words. "It kept me from feeling the cold and hunger and then uh-"

Unfortunately, since joining Spades, he never experienced that warmth again. Before joining the organization, Linus was a homeless child, orphaned and alone. He spent almost every day sleeping under bridges with the sky as his roof and the ground as his bed. Sometimes, he would scavenge for food with beggars in garbage bins when he was starving. Eventually, his frailty caught the attention of human traffickers. He was only ten years old at the time. He had heard adults talk about human traffickers, but he had no idea how to fight back. Due to chronic malnutrition and his thin arms and legs, he could not escape from the towering and ruthless traffickers.

he responded to me PRESENT DAYS I drifted back my thought as I wouldn't know what happened to my Dad he seems so loving, caring and over protective of everyone at home and wouldn't let us get hurt, I hear mum said he lost his job and our home was taken by bank as dad wasn't able to pay back our loan and so he did leave us all alone, homeless as we walked the street of Brooklyn in the night with no shelter and food, we live in a motorhome Mrs winderfred offer we could stay until mum gets a job and lease a home for us before we can move out. We couldn't study like our mate as we stay home hoping mum would come home everyday with a leafover food from the restaurant she worked for, not until mum

His jaw tightens. “At fourteen, I ended up in a halfway house, because no one wants to adopt a teenage boy. There were eight boys to a room. Some were older. Some were angry. When they think you got it better than them… they make sure you pay.” No one speaks. “I ran away that same year,” he continues. “Ended up at the Runaway Café. Sat there all day inna booth with my head down.” He smiles faintly. “This little girl, who couldn’t have been no more than eleven, brings me a slice of pie and a drink. She asks how she can help me.”

He was a new member of the streetside nation trying to calm down a kid who was so traumatized by his family's recent and absolute disintegration, that he wanted to forget everything about his past including his name. He was an empty-handed loser who had lost his mother, father, daughter and sister in quick succession. To cancer, disillusionment, and the sadistic love of a psychotic man, respectively. He was a street lawyer, hoping to make an earnest living while also assisting his homeless brethren in their unheard claims against the authorities. He was a broken-hearted brother taking the news of his kid brother's suicide to his parents. He was a broken-hearted brother taking the news of his