Poor Student Novels & Stories

So, I told her that my life was already very bad. "What do you know? You don't know anything at all! If it weren't for Leo, I'd marry that cripple Gray! Do you know what it's like to have hundreds of thousands of bank student loans on your back? Do you know how it feels to eat the leftovers from the restaurant? Do you know that I have to steal things and sell them for money or else I won't have any to buy books and study materials? My life is very difficult. I just want that to stop!"

She stopped eating her rice and stared at the three students from dormitory two who were constantly bothering her. "There are still lots of vacancies. Why did you guys come here? If you feel disgusted by my lunch, go eat somewhere else. Besides, I'm not as crazy as you guys who have to spend 100,000 Col just for lunch." Slap! One of the students slammed his glass on the table in front of Jonea. "You really are poor. You don't deserve to go to school here. Can't even buy lunch. But, you instead turned to advise us."

She'd sent me 100 dollars and told me to buy some new clothes for the financial conference the day after tomorrow. I sent her a couple of cute, affectionate emojis. Back when we first started our business, we could make a ten-dollar outfit from street stalls last six months. When I arrived at the office lobby, a crowd of employees was gathered around Ansel Meyer, staring at him in awe. Ansel was an underprivileged student whom my wife, Jenna, had sponsored. He graduated from college and now worked as her personal driver. "Wow, that suit's gotta be custom-tailored, Ansel. It looks insanely expensive!"

I mutter. Suddenly, a somewhat annoying handsome guy startles me from behind my chair, right behind where I'm sitting. "Hey, why keep studying? You're already smart," he says. His name is Devano Samuel Escapra, a student in 11th-grade science class (Grade 2 High School). He's my classmate, a handsome guy, a bad boy, a member of a motorcycle gang, and the only child of the owner of Escapra Gold Company, a small gold mining business. Unfortunately, he's also the most diligent student who always shows up in the counseling room. Not because of his achievements but because of the trouble he often causes.

She had nothing to say at all! "Well, very good!" Benjamin nodded slightly. Good? Evelyn sighed again. Her mood was not good at all! "Ha-ha... You know what? I'm just a poor college student. My family is also very poor, and I have a disobedient younger brother. My parents don't have a job. My family are all poor farmers, and we're living a hard life..."

Luke was a poor student I sponsored back in high school. With his excellent grades, he stood out from the rest. I liked him, but he was so poor that he couldn't even afford a proper meal. Once, some bullies picked on him just because someone gave him a love letter. They cornered him in the bathroom and purposely soaked his shoes with urine. That day, the model student ended up in a fight. When he returned to class, his face was bruised and swollen. His bare feet were red from the freezing weather too.

"Or maybe you're just using 'work' as an excuse to forget that you're just a poor, low-income student, to forget that your parents are still waiting for you at home." Her words were stabbing. I jabbed a finger at her nose, my voice trembling, but every word sharp and clear. "Don't bring my parents into this, Cecily! Just because your heart's full of bitterness doesn't mean everyone else's is! Why do you always pick on me?" I forced her back a step. Her face was drained of color, but she still tried to stand her ground. "I just can't stand you sucking up to them! Using your poor-student status as a stepping stone just makes you more disgusting than the rich kids!"

‘You can't, you are going to this school as a scholarship student… good luck living the life of the poor’ he said and she stared at him in disbelief. Was boarding school not enough punishment? Now she will live among rich kids as a poor person.

Although Richard was from Alton, he had Theisian heritage, and they were confident he would support the Theisian team. "Mr. Goodman, the troublemaker is this student from Styre University. I heard she's just a freshman at Styre University. Such a person shouldn't be appearing in our competition. Styre University is intentionally humiliating us. They have no intention of participating; they just want to cause trouble. Please believe me, Mr. Goodman," someone said.

At this moment, she completely felt that she had nothing. "Oh..." Lee sighed, "It seems that Ms. Holmes failed to apply for the job again, she is listless." Kingsley squinted at the slender figure walking forward with her head down, and said lightly, "She said she was bad at studying..." "She is a so-called study slacker." Lee said with a smile. Kingsley seemed to be interested in what he said, and he asked, "Study slacker?" "A study slacker is also called a slack student, and it’s a hot phrase on the Internet. It is a self-deprecating term for some students who could not do well in learning." Lee explained.