Poor Student Novels & Stories

The resident took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I promise I'll do my best to ensure you get all the necessary information. This is a valuable lesson for me." The resident looked increasingly nervous. He lowered his gaze, avoiding Sara's eyes. "I truly apologize, Mrs. Sara," he said softly. "I didn't mean... to hide anything. That was indeed my mistake." "Mistake?" Sara emphasized the word with a sarcastic tone. "What kind of mistake results in an injury like that not being mentioned at all? My child is my responsibility, and I have the right to know what is happening to her."

Rebecca asked. "It is only too late after you have graduated. Besides, you have just started your SS 2, there still plenty for you," Richard emphasized. "Well, I can try my best to be good. But being the best is something that can never happened. There two students in my class called Hassan and Migrate. Those kids are like the devil, they can solve any problem given to them since during our junior years," Rebecca said. "That's because they have given it their very best, have your ever given it your best? Studied like you will die tomorrow?" Richard asked and Rebecca shook her head.

he said not really understanding the word. “Mommy, are we poor?” he wanted to confirm his suspicion. Both adults were stunned at his words. They didn’t expect someone so young to be thinking about the financial status of their family. Amanda quickly went over to her son to assess where is he coming from. “Sweetheart, where did you learn that word?” she asked cautiously. “At school, my classmate Alvin always say he doesn’t like me because we are poor.” “I don’t really like him so I don’t mind.”

"This program of yours is incredible and for the few students it may help, it's great, but the ones that you have down there in that building, will most likely end up in either jail, or in a gang." "They are not some kind of thugs. They're a bunch of kids who are tired of people like you giving up on them. What we need is simple. The air conditioner is down, and I have twelve students in a small unit in the back of the school with one single window and no cool air blowing"

Rai’s face is filled with disbelief, but after recalling Vince’s words, he finally had a recollection of it. But, that time, he was just passing by and defended a ‘poor’ student who was obviously bullied. Who would have thought that it would be Vincent Dauncy?! He is not poor at all! He is actually rich and powerful! So how can he be ‘poor’?! If Rai knew at that time that it was Vince, he… Well, he will still help him. After all, one should do good deeds every day. Also, even if it is a guy, bullying is still not good. They are fellow students no matter how powerful one’s family is!

A poor lame scholarship student? Why couldn't I ever win.

Her legs slipped from around him. He stepped back, trying—failing—to control his breathing as she slid off the desk, smoothing her sweater, her hair, her expression. She looked wrecked. He looked worse. “Eden,” he said quietly, like an apology and a confession all at once. She shook her head—softly, gently. “It’s okay.” A tiny pause. “It’s not. But… it will be.” He forced himself to the door. He opened it a crack. The TA stood there, blinking. “Students are ready whenever you are.”

The crowd chattered among themselves while looking at Sasha sympathetically. It was the worst thing to happen to a poverty-stricken student.

She can’t see that I’m trying to help her. “Oh, really?” I tease. “Yes. I have a diploma from Calvary High.” Father and I flinch at the mention of her school. It’s a public high school for the poorest of the poor. The nothings. Those who failed at getting a chance into the regular schools because they were dumb or poor. Draping an arm around the back of my chair, I hold her gaze, saying, “Let me guess, you graduated with a 0.5 or maybe they let you off because you’re too dumb.”

And I felt disappointed in myself for being afraid of my savoir. I also regretted not reporting Mr. Hemming or asking for help. But that wasn’t really a choice for me, was it? I didn’t have the luxuries that they had. A girl with a dead mother and a drunk, gambler father; someone who was failing their grades and thinking about dropping out altogether to provide two meals a day… I was a pathetic excuse for a scholarship student that no one wanted in school. They would probably think that I was the one who seduced him since I was failing his class and wanted the easy way out.