Novel & Cerita Homeless Youth Stories

“But there are more homeless people in the world but yet you chose me. Why’s that?” “Because I’m more comfortable with people my age. In your case, looks like my age. I’m not good with older… people. And there’s at a point in their lives, they messed up with something that made them homeless. I’m not saying they’re bad people but you look young and need a second chance. You’re probably the youngest one I’ve ever helped so far. Other than children. Children count as one family, including their parents.” “ I thought I was the only one. I guess I’m not as special as I thought I was.”

The pain was undesrciable, that only happened a month before we were let out, before we reached our eighteenth birthday, but Andy couldn't wait, Andy gave up before I did. But I now was kicked out, I'm on the streets! What a joy, homeless, starving, and sad, I felt like crying, I felt like cursing to the sky and screaming, but the thing is, I gave up, you hear me, god? You freaking happy now? I fucking give up! Andy gave up before I did, and he was the strongest person I knew, if he couldn't take it, well neither can I.

I wish I could have been more like my mother, but life threw me in a direction and I have no idea how to turn around, and ever since then I have tried to catch my breath, and the only way I can forget about my Mothers last phone call is to smoke pot and use whatever drug makes me feel better and forget the most horrible night of my life. “You need to get your life in order young lady, you need to start thinking about your future, the people you’re hanging out won’t help you..” Yeah fuck you, Mr I have a law degree, and think you know everything, but you never lost your parents at 14 and had to move from one foster home to another, live on the streets and smoke pot to fucking feel better. I s

The banquet ended in disaster. In the empty room, Audrey methodically cleaned the scratches on her arm with alcohol pads and wrapped them with practiced ease. Her phone vibrated. An anonymous message lit up the screen: [Keep pushing, and I'll bury your whole family with you!] Audrey: [Try me.] She stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the scalding water steam the room instantly. Through the mist, she retrieved a razor blade from the corner, pressing the edge lightly against the artery of her pale wrist, and snapped a photo—sending it to Karen.

Either he hadn’t read my message or he was trying to avoid me. I slumped back on my small bed and buried my face in my palms. The day was just getting started, and yet I felt my world was about to end. I never signed up for this mess, but I still found myself trapped in it. Jobless and homeless. Those were two words I never imagined myself associated with. I loved my job as a restaurant server and showed nothing but dedication and hard work to it for the past five years. But people with pure evilness in their hearts exist. They do nothing but destroy anyone they consider a threat. I met one in Elizabeth, and look where I ended up. As for my home, I worked hard for years and saved money to bu

He’ll never come close to feeling like me, when people like him have never known a day of hunger. Never known the lengths a 16-year-old pregnant homeless beggar would go, to put food in her belly to feed her unborn child.

Trust for others had become hard for the young boy. One rainy night, while he was out again looking for work, he saw an old man who was alone and seemed to want to cross the street. He was almost hit by the truck but with the young boy's help, it was prevented. When Imman saw the oncoming truck about to hit the old man, he immediately rushed to the scene and helped him cross the street safely. The grateful old man thanked him and bought food for him to eat. He observed that the young boy was homeless because of his shabby appearance. Looking curiously at the young boy who was eating, he was asked by the old man where he lived and inquired about his family too. With all honesty, the young boy

He sighed, a year dropping from his eye. I kept my lips shut to avoid blurting out the horrible possibilities that crossed my mind as he mentioned that. "Homelessness." He replied with a dry smile. "He kicked you out?" I gasped. "Yeah, he did. I was fifteen at the time. I scavenged for food, did odd jobs to get some cash, and made sure I continued my education regardless of the bullying and teasing I received for showing up to school in worn-out or tattered clothes. I met a lot of people. Some betrayed, some robbed me of the little I had, some tried to kill me, but I survived, and here I am. In a hospital bed next to you, but at least I have health insurance." He explained, laughing as he sa

"I hit him on the head with a water bottle and ran away from home." "What about your mother?" “She didn't believe me. I haven't seen her since. "Hannah wanted to say something but Alissa raised her hand and continued. “I lived for a short time in a home for young homeless people, everything went well. People were nice, but then I turned eighteen and there were other youngsters who needed help. I moved out there and lived on the street, one day, I hadn't eaten anything decent in days and the nights were getting colder and colder, I couldn't take it anymore and stole some groceries in a supermarket. I was caught and ended up in prison for two years. "

He eventually couldn't take the beating anymore and so one day when the man was beating him and had thrown him against the kitchen counter, he quickly pulled out the drawer, grabbed their sharpest knife and stabbed Drey in the rib. That was the day he ran away from home, he was 11 years old. He was homeless for a year before he found family in the Black Souls street gang. He started selling for Ray in the streets and used the money for food and clothes. At that time, Hunter was known as Jake Scott. Jake Scott and Joe were equal, equal until Jake was sent to juvie and released three years later.