Poor Student Novels & Stories

I guess almost everyone hated spending their weekend just in one place, especially at school, it was so boring. I decided to buy her a drink there. There were few students taking their lunch and all that. There was music too and some came there to ease their boredom. Not all the students had money to go have fun. Others came from poor backgrounds; their parents literally struggled to keep them in school. Only rich kids had the fun they enjoyed their stay here in the school to the fullest, especially on weekends.

A few seconds later, he responded with a smile, "She's not like a primary school student, but like a poor student in the class who is stumped by difficult problems." Molly immediately retorted, "I'm not a poor student. Since I was a child, I had been at the top of my class! And I'm learning things fast now too."

Kheed replied, smiling proudly, "Beauty and brain... Ah, just like my type." Lucas nodded and looked at the paper, thinking they could buy the girl's silence. Her family is poor, the type of people who are easily bought with money. "Is there anything else?" "There's nothing special about her; she's just like any other student, except she's poor," Kheed replied with a shake of his head. "Then I think we'll be able to get through this," Lucas said. "We don't have to worry about colliding with large people, and no one will pursue us."

I smiled and refused to remarry him. "In your dreams." "Vivi—" Adrian's face changed. He looked at me with those pitiful, pleading eyes and begged for a chance to explain. He said he knew he'd been wrong. I told him, repulsed, that I'd seen him give Chloe that exact same look, and I threw the divorce papers from my bag in his face. I noticed his shirt was a cheap thing off a street stall. He really was living as the "poor boy" Chloe liked. He hadn't even kept the clothes he'd taken off.

She was interested in that mysterious quiet girl and expressed her interest by bullying her. Grace, a girl from a poor family, she was an excellent student and had good grades. She lived a little far away from the campus. She did a lot of part-time jobs to pay the bills for she lived alone and her family didn't give her any money, sometimes she had to send them money. She didn't talk to anyone from the class or even the campus and never opened her heart to anyone.

No one knows where my dad is, my mum said he's also a rich man, he's rich on his own, likewise my mum too, they both gave their money, he isn't dead, neither was he kidnapped, he just abandoned my mum when I was an infant, I wish I could meet him and ask him why he abandoned us, but mum always get flared up anytime I asked of him, I hope he comes for me one day. 🌹Hours later 🌹 We're at the middle of the meeting now, we've discussed how the students are performing, how they're treating the bully case, though this is a school for the rich we still make sure those on scholarship aren't treated badly. We shouldn't make them blame themselves for being poor. "So, sirs our examination is near, we

The girl replied. "Welcome to Kochi College, a round of applause, please."I said and peopled clapped as she walked away. " And you, are you poor or rich?" I asked the boy. "I'm on scholarship." He said and the crowd of students wailed in mockery. They know rich students are never on scholarships. "Are you saying you are poor?" I asked. "We are managing in our family sir, my dad is a road side mechanic and my mom works at a restaurant." He replied and I became angry.

Chapter 11 ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ JASON POV As I collected the parcel, I sneaked in with a prayer not to be seen, life as the school is terrible for me as everyone saw me as a nonetity since the story of my parents divorce has gone viral in my school, students abused me based on this matter . I was well known as a good, handsome and rich boy now turned to a bad and an errand boy . People painted me as a bad student, female students who usually drool and crushed at me now see me as a trash .

I hissed as I crossed my arm over my chest. "I need your help, okay? I need you to tutor me" he said in a serious tone. "I'm not the best student in the class, why me?" He sounded suspicious. Why me of all people all of a sudden? Besides, he's one of the best students in our department so, why does he need help to study? "You might not know this but, I've been having poor performance in the elective course, accounting. I'm not good at calculations so, I need your help" he said and I scoffed.

Then, she said slowly, "Well, a low-performing student wouldn't study a day before the exam either because he wouldn't understand a thing anyway." Her response left Daniel speechless.