Poor Student Novels & Stories

He was handsome and smart, but his family was too poor. Every month he struggled to make ends meet. His phone was outdated, and he'd been wearing the same pair of sneakers for many years. He couldn't even afford to change his scruffy toothbrush. Once, his classmate saw that he was wearing pajama bottoms that had obviously been altered from his mother's. This news spread among their classmates, and he'd been laughed at for ages. Keanu could not bear how unfair it was. He was brilliant, but could never measure up to those rich kids with their bad grades.

I thought he wanted to meet me to discuss about some cases as always. ~Flashback Part 2 I was enrolled in the college, but I could not make any friends. I was back to the loner Sarah. Many of them were rich and they belittled the poor ones. So, I just concentrated on studying. I always topped and kept my scholarship also. Everyone in the class thought I was a poor girl who does lots of part time jobs and stayed in a shabby room and to keep my scholarship I was studying hard. But one day when they tried to bully me and make me do some work, I just told them to not to meddle with me otherwise I will complain.

The students need to know about this sick teacher and the poor student’s condition. “But guess what? They never did!” the student screamed, to the point, even I was shocked at how she sounded. She sounded hurt, angry and greatly disappointed. But I didn’t really mind, she deserves to feel all that. What the school did to her was sick. I just can’t believe all these happen in real life too. This just proves that being powerless would only make your situation harder than those who have money and power.

. My eyes stung, why was I so proud? I saw the look of disappointment on Kyle's face, not disappointment, of pain, when I said that last. Don't be so cruel, my inner self tells me. I am not. What happens is that I have so much resentment content that now it is difficult for me to act as if nothing had happened. He is your father. Anyway, we will see what happens later. We'll see if I can forgive. I sat on my bed and lit my laptop, I didn't want to think of Kyle right now, in my mind was all this chaos yesterday. I went to the search engine and typed the name of Rich Caspersen. Why would he look for Rich? Perhaps because my thoughts resembled him from one moment to another. There was no infor

"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!"

"My parents weren't born rich. I know that they would appreciate someone like you even more. So, if we really were to date and get married, I can guarantee that we will all treat you really, really well." This time, it was my turn to blush. Bailey was really fond of being direct and honest about her feelings. I didn't hold back my thoughts from her either and told her what I thought. "I'm not going to pretend that I'm a good person. I've only just ended a very upsetting relationship a short while ago, and I think that if I were to get into a relationship with you now, in such haste, it would be very irresponsible of me." A hint of disappointment appeared in Bailey's eyes at my words.

She never thought she would be seeing Jaden so soon. One time when she had gone to Above the hills academy to visit her brother Philip, she had caught sight of the boy while he was running to class for lectures. Immediately, she was drawn to him. His structure was perfect and he was uniquely handsome. She had asked questions about him and was filled in on the kind of person he was. Turns out he was a student of the school by luck. He merely won the scholarship. He was Poor, an errand boy used by rude rich kids, single, friendless, more or less like a ghost, extremely quiet etc. She felt bad when she heard all these things and knew she would not be able to mingle with him even though it was u

With graduation three months away, the seniors in my advising cohort still hadn't finished the internship credits they needed. I talked my father into taking all of them at Morgan Components: three thousand a month after tax, free room and board, weekends off. Brooke Hayes, our senior class president, was the first to object. "Three thousand? That's what you throw at a panhandler. Everyone, I've already found us placements. Eighteen thousand a month. They sign off on the paperwork after thirty days, and the company's flying us overseas on top of it." I told them it had every mark of a recruitment trap, and I called their parents. Brooke turned the whole cohort against me. They said I'd us

My boyfriend's childhood friend had set her sights on the one keepsake my mother left me. She wheedled and needled at me for weeks, but I never gave in. A few months later, my boyfriend came to me again, saying his business had failed and left him buried in loan-shark debt. He said that if he couldn't pay it back, the collectors would cut off his limbs. To help him settle it, I handed over every cent I'd saved, even my mother's bracelet. That same night, while I was working at the club, I overheard a conversation in one of the private booths. "Eric, if it weren't for Donna's idea to have the rest of us play loan sharks and put on this whole act with you, there's no way your girlfriend

She thought I bought them with loans, yet she used them without any guilt. She paused, then said in contempt, “You’re just a poor student that Damon’s family sponsored. He told me everything. I only kept quiet to protect your dignity.” I jerked my head up and stared at Damon in disbelief. Then, I asked in a low, deliberate voice, “Are you sure I’m the poor student your family sponsored?”