Poor Student Novels & Stories

She hates Naitee because if she hadn't taken her scholarship seat in this school then her vacant seat would have been given to her cousin brother and he would have been studying in this school. But it's ruined because of Naitee. Naitee is a poor class girl. She could have managed to study in any low-standard school but her cousin is a rich boy who is now studying in another school whose all country ranking is lower than this school because this school is the number one campus in the country ranking. This campus is known for facilities, study material, the best education, curricula activities, sports and placements.

[Bianca Sinclair from Willowbrook] [Top Scorer Rejects Scholarship, Tutors to Pay Her Own Tuition] [The Poor Student from a Poor County] These topics trended online for days, sparking nationwide discussions about students who lose the chance to continue their education due to poverty. In my previous life, what trended wasn't my story. It was a photo of Sophie and me. In the photo, she radiated confidence and beauty, while I looked pale and gaunt.

Just act pitiful and play your parts. Besides, if anything really went down, she would make sure to distance herself completely, leaving these broke students to take the fall. Believing Isabella's words, Sarah and the others began to cry even harder, their eyes swollen, as they lamented their tragic lives. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for a struggling student like me to study in paris ? In the blink of an eye, I've racked up debt. Am I even allowed to live?” “We're just students, not like you, Miss, with power and influence. We can only be at the mercy of others.”

That poor student? Walter frowned slightly when she heard Deborah's sarcastic tone. "Can you stop calling her names? Besides, she was born in a poor family, so she can't help it!" "She's poor and shameless, and she tried to deceive others by using her poverty as an excuse. Bleh! That's why I look down on her." Walter realized something after hearing what Deborah had said. Wait a minute. What do you mean by that? Do you know something?

George let out a sigh, rolled his eyes in exasperation and then closed them. There were two kinds of people at the university, poor kids who came from poor neighborhoods and either gave their utmost best or had trouble committing to their studies because of where they came from. And then there were the rich kids. The heave-it-alls that didn't give a damn about school because their parents could afford to get them whatever they wanted. Jessica was the rich kind. A rich kid. She spent all her weekends clubbing and partying instead of studying. Unlike George, she didn't need to graduate in order to live a comfortable life. She didn't need to keep her grades up, she could fail exams, semesters a

I smirked. “Uh …” he stared at the ground. “Let’s call it a deal. Are you in Magnus?” “T-help you but don’t even teach me ---” “Deal.” I smirked and grabbed his hand then shook it. “This time you’ll be my student.” “Bitch! I heard you’re going to retake exams?” It’s Bea, one of my best friends. “Yes! I did a review and then they questioned me now! It’s a brain mess! Porket I’m not in the top, they doubt that my grades are high! If they only knew that the top they were bleeding! Deceivers! Bwisets!” I said in disgust.

So, the only ones who can’t afford it should be the poor students, or they call them ‘scholars’. “From another section. He ‘accidentally’ broke it.” Raine answered. Vermeil’s expression changed. He understood what Raine meant by ‘accidentally’. It means that the poor student should have been bullied. Which is a usual sight in their school, considering it is a school of the rich students. These rich students are prideful and look down on anyone whose status is lower than theirs. And the scholars of the Margin Academy fall in this category, which makes it unfortunate for them. The teachers can’t also do anything about this, since

"Look at me, young man, and open your ears. Tell your minions to stop messing with me. The fact that you don't get directly involved doesn't make you a saint. You nag about how you hate to share the same air with a poor person like myself. Does being poor make me less of a human?" "Yes," he screamed at my face. "Do you realize that if not for that old man insisting on me getting my education in this country, I wouldn't be in this space with you? Being in this school is frustrating enough; I can't bear to put up with a needy student like yourself in my class. In case you don't realize it, this school is for the best in the country. We can't afford to have a beggar like yourself taint this env

" Then you should apply" Sitting on the couch, Jasmine rumpled her eyebrows in frustration. " No. It doesn't work that way. It is prestigious having the best students in the country. I will stand out, plus their students are invited personally by the school because of their outstanding performance. " In this timeline, she was the worst student both academically and socially. She even dropped out of two different courses. What would entice such a great university to harbor her? His hands tightened on his knees " Do you need help?"

to him to which he didn't pay any attention and silently sat on his chair, leaning his head down and taking a nap. He rubbed his eyes when the break bell rang. All the students rushed out of the classroom as the teacher ended the period. As he looked at the board, he realized that it was a physics class he just missed. Anthony Carter was now in last year of his high school. And studies had never been his centre of attention because he couldn't understand a word they taught him. And he always wondered where did people even need these studies in their life? These things don't help people to make money and don't give bread to eat. He got admission in the best school due to his luck. The school