Poor Student Novels & Stories

" Dianna asked angrily, while I just stared on. "That bitch needs to be taught a lesson,.... cheer up Caira, that isn't a big deal, just be who you are and not what people want you to be, most students in C.H.S are also from poor background but people never got to know about their financial situation because they're always faking who they are. Just be your self, I'm sure they will get over it soon." Dianna concluded with a shrug. "Thank you dany, but I think I need to be alone for a while" I said sitting up.

"Graham, babe, that old hag doesn't know the first thing about real research. Just get the drugs from her and I'll give you a big fat baby boy." Every last message was published in high definition, uncensored, for the world to see. Public opinion didn't just shift. It detonated. The same people who'd been weeping for her now felt like they'd been played for fools, and their fury went through the roof. "What the hell kind of scholarship student is this? She's a modern-day snake biting the hand that fed her!" "Spending his wife's money, sleeping with his wife's husband, and then trying to take his wife's life -- she deserves everything she gets!"

His tone was disdainful as he said, “In such dire straits now, are you? What are you doing working as a driver?” The heavily made-up woman in his arms covered her mouth and laughed at this. “You know this driver, Mr. Morgan? He looks destitute! It really brings down your image.” Steven laughed even louder at this. He slapped his leg and said, “He’s been like this since high school. He always acted so high and mighty because of his grades.” I did not say anything. I just watched him stonily. He threw his car keys at me hard. “What a shame. What’s the use of having good grades? You still have to drive me around in the end.

“How dare he bully you just because you are poor, don’t we poor folks deserve to live like normal people? If he is so great being rich, why don’t he lend us some money?” “Don’t be like that Mel,” I muttered and it made her even angrier, she slammed the pots into the sink. “Mel, It would be terrible if you broke one of the ceramic pan, we would be forced to work without pay for a few weeks.” “As if being poor isn’t enough, you come here to scrub oils away from pans every four hours after school and somehow you need to study to make sure your grades are not affected.” Mel’s voice broke at the end, she sniffed back and wiped the tears away from her face. “I don’t even want to talk about how uns

If I could go back and treat people better, I would. “That was the old me. The new Chloe loves the poor more than the rich. Do you know why? Because rich people are hypocrites. So, we’re friends now, whether in public or private. Just call me Chloe. You are not poor, you just need help, and that help you are going to get it from me. Not having money is not what being poor means. Someone without character is poor. Someone who hurts others is very poor. Someone who is lazy is poor. Someone who works hard and gets even little is not poor. Okay?”

Shawn's expression was unreadable as he unwittingly recalled a memory from a few years ago. It was from when they were in high school, and Zoey’s presence in school was zero to none. She was out of place because she was poor. Still, Zoey was very good at studying, and she received a scholarship every year. It was a shame that no one noticed her even when her name was at the top of the list of the best-performing students.

RED's POV ❦❦❦ Today is Sunday, and I still haven't forgotten what happened over the last few weeks; the school is strange, and the students are also odd. I wouldn't say I like the way they treat us. They should never underestimate us just because we don't pay a cent for their school. We may be poor, but we are still people. I sighed and closed my eyes.

I watched her drag Enny's hair aggressively, probably trying to remove them from the scalp, and Enny winced. "Stop! You're hurting me," Enny cried out as if the student would listen. How could something like this happen and no teacher was around to save us? I wondered, but there was only one single answer. In a world where the wealthy and the powerful exist, we the poor are nothing but a piece of trash that no one cared about.

“Mr. Villanueva, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing you can do to get you into school or retain your scholarship. You failed this second semester and you are aware that your scholarship will be terminated if you do not maintain the school’s grading requirements for scholar students.” “Sir... I need to study. I don’t want my parents to be disappointed in me. They expect me to be the only one who can get them out of poverty. I don’t want their effort in my college education to go in vain. I’m begging with you, sir,” I said to him, begging.

After paying fees for the 1st two semesters, now he didn't have any savings on his sleeve. Last week when Michael's grandmother got ill, he had no money to buy prescribed medicines for her. As a poor guy who wears old clothes in such a college, obviously he didn't have a single friend. Despite nobody ever wanting to be friends, he always tried to help everyone in academics as he was god in study. yet because of his poverty these rich students kept distance from him when it comes to friendship.