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Published March 19, 2025

Uprooted: Voices of Student Homelessness

The stories in this comic are composite characters based on in-depth interviews with students experiencing homelessness across the country.

Page 1 of a 16 page comic. Wide panel shot of urban area, with the noise of traffic. Zooming into a building-- it's the shelter. It's morning. People in the hallway all walk the same direction. A toddler is having a meltdown in the hall, while their mother tries to calm her down. Shelter staff watch them with disapproving expressions. Jackie is in the top bunk of a bunkbed. Their room is littered with the family's everyday objects and clothing. Jackie's mom pulls at her blanket, “Come on, honey. Let's go.” Jackie groans. Jackie's mom glances at the clock anxiously, “Jackie.” Jackie pulls herself upright, “I know, I know. I'm up.”Page 2. A cafeteria full of long tables with other families eating. Jackie's little sister Lacey is swirling her cereal around with her spoon. Jackie’s mom points to her, “I need to see you eating your food, not just playing with it.” Lacey frowns, “I don't like this cereal. It tastes like dirt!” Her mom replies, “Hush! It doesn't. Eat up.” Lacey turns to her sister, slamming her hands on the table, “Jackie, don't you think so? The cereal here tastes like poop!” Jackie frowns back, “Be quiet. Listen to mom.” Lacey says, “You always take her side! If Lee was here-” Jackie looks down at her own bowl of oatmeal, “Well, he isn't!” She pictures a plate with delicious homemade food, transported to the place they lived before. We see her at the table with her mom, little sister, her teen big brother, and another adult woman and a couple of kids. Jackie, in narration, “I hate the food too, but complaining won't make any difference. I miss our old apartment. I miss Alma's pancakes. That's my mom's friend-- we used to live with her and her kids. She was the best cook.”Page 3. Jackie continues narrating, “But more than anything, I miss my big brother, Lee. He's not allowed at this shelter, so he's staying with his friend's family. I wonder what he's eating for breakfast... I bet he misses pancake Sundays too. Movie nights with popcorn and hot chips, me and him, and Lacey, and Alma's kids. It was so good. Before all the drama, anyway.” A flashback image of both families watching family together, then Alma and Jackie’s mom fighting over a rejected job application. “That's maybe thing thing I hate the most about this place. All the rules. No Lee. No good snacks. Like, really, me bringing in some hot chips is gonna kill somebody or something? But it's fine. Mom keeps remind me-” Jackie’s mom softens, resting a comforting arm on Lacey’s shoulder, “I know you wish things could be different, honey, just remember, it's not forever.” Lacey begrudgingly eats some of her cereal. Jackie waves goodbye to her mom and sister, “I'm gonna go wait for the bus.” Jackie’s mom waves back, “Alright, sweetie, have a good day."Page 4. Jackie waits with other school-aged kids wearing clear backpacks and school uniforms. The bus pulls up while two of the other kids play around, pushing each other in a silly way. The bus driver scowls and shouts at them, “Cut that out! Remember, I don't want any trouble from you kids. I've got CPS on speed dial.” The two kids look stricken. Jackie sits alone, away from the other kids from the shelter. She looks out the bus window at the city, where two Latine kids, Angel and his little brother Mateo, are walking. Angel looks tense as he walks ahead, “Hurry up, Mateo. I can't be late again.” Mateo walks slowly, “I'm tired! Pick me up?” Angel retorts, “You're too big for that!” The pedestrian light changes to green as Mateo cries out, “You're going too fast. Slow down, Angel, wait for me!”Page 5. Angel storms ahead. In narration over the intersection, he says, “We missed the stupid bus. I'm this close to getting detention again for tardiness. If it was just me, I bet I could run the whole way to school. But as always, my little brother is slowing me down. I cannot handle Mr. Stevenson calling me out in front of everyone again. It makes me so mad.” A teacher’s stern face. “Everyone looking at me.” The judgemental eyes of his classmates. “I'm trying to be better, not "act out." But it's like that guy has it in for me. It makes me so angry. I feel like lately I’m angry more often than I’m not.” Mateo at the front of a classroom, grimacing. He kicks the recycling bin. The gloomy sky darkens and thunder cracks. thunder crack. Mateo stops in place, clearly upset. Angel yells, “Mateo!” Turning, Angel sees how upset his little brother is. Angel (narrating), “Mateo's been afraid of storms since the hurricane.”Page 6. Angel (narrating), “I think what he's really afraid of is what comes after—everything getting all messed up again, like our house did.” Angel remembers being in a shelter with his brother as a hurricane is taking place. His little brother is crying. His mom is with him, trying to comfort them both. He remembers their ruined house—blue tarp on the ceiling, mold, roaches. In the present, Angel kneels in front of his brother. “The motel isn't so bad. I think it's taking mom way more time to get used to it than us.” Angel remembers Mateo pointing at a dirty needle in the motel, asking “What’s this?” Mateo and Angel’s mom yells, upset, “Don't touch that!” Mateo is shocked at the yell and starts to cry. Their mom hugs him, tearing up, “I'm sorry. Shh, shh. It's okay. I wasn't mad at you. Sshhh” In the present, Angel pulls his brother's hood up, then gives him a hug. “I'm sorry. Still want me to carry you?” Mateo nods.Page 7. Angel waves bye to Mateo in front of his classroom then rushes towards to the other end of the building, where the middle school classes are taught. The door to his class is already closed. He tries to slip in, but his teacher Mr. Stevenson stops him, “Angel. Late again. Why am I not surprised?” Angel looks at the floor embarrassed, “I'm sorry. Our bus was late and-” His teacher cuts him off. “I don't want to hear any excuses right now. Go sit down. We'll discuss this after class.” Angel sits, angry and ashamed. Angel (narrating) “I miss my old school. Mrs. Gonzalez was so much nicer. She understood and helped us get groceries and supplies. She tried to help me stay at that school, but Mom thought this would be easier. She was wrong. I miss my friends.” Angel doodles in the margins of his notebook, remembering them. Mr. Stevenson, “Angel! This is math, not art class.” Angel clenches his hand, shaking.Page 8. The school bell rings, and kids exit. Angel stays behind; through the classroom door, we can see that he's getting a talking to from Mr. Stevenson. He exits the classroom, looking miserable, and collides with another, younger kid, who's yawning widely. Angel yells, “Watch where you're going!” Taking a moment, he says, “I mean, sorry-” Ben looks apologetic and exhausted, “Oops! I'm sorry!” Ben walks through the hall, holding a note. He knocks on a door.Page 9. Ms. Haneda, the guidance counselor, opens the door. “Well, hello, Ben. Is that for me?” Ben nods and hands her a note which reads, “Ben fell asleep in class again, third time this month.' Ms. Haneda gestures toward a table, “Come have a seat. Let's have a chat, okay?” “Okay, Ms. Haneda.” Ms. Haneda, “So, are you feeling tired today, Ben?” Ben shakes his head, and stops, “Well, maybe a little…” Narrating: “Sometimes it can be pretty hard to sleep at my aunt's house. My dad says I'll get used to it, and sometimes it's fine, but other times there are just too many sounds. I don't know how my cousins do it. I guess it's just normal for them.” Ben, wide awake, in a room with several other boys who are all asleep. There's music playing in another room, the glow of the tv creeping under the door, and the sounds of some people laughing.Page 10. Ben (narrating): “We had to leave our old house. "Victed" is what dad calls it. We moved around a lot. I miss our old house. I don't really like Auntie's but dad says it's the best place for us.” Ben and his dad sitting on the porch, Ben’s dad: “Remember, we've got to be extra good guests so we can stay with your Auntie Alyssa.” Ben (narrating): “I think he's scared we're going to have to move again.” Ben's dad and some of the family members argue over a mess in the kitchen. Ben watches nervously. “I've been trying my best to help dad by being extra good. Sometimes I don't really like my cousins, even though they're family and dad says family has to try to get along.” One of the older boys Ben shares the room with yanks away his markers and art supplies, taunting. In the present, Ben sits silently in the guidance counselor’s office. Ms. Haneda: Ben?Page 11. Ben looks up. He was spacing out. Ben: “What?” Ms. Haneda: “I said how are things at home. It's just you and your dad, right?” Ben: “Yes. Me and dad.” Ben (narrating): “I can't let teachers think that dad is a bad dad. He said that if teachers think that, I might get taken away from him again. Like when he was in jail and he was gone for so long and I had to stay with Grandma and barely ever got to visit him. I don't want that to happen again. We see an even younger Ben visiting his dad in prison. Then he and his dad sit on the floor, drawing together. Ben’s dad: “Well, look at that. My son, the artist.” Ben beams at his dad. Back in Ms. Haneda's office, Ben smiles at her as well. Ben: “He's a good dad. He's teaching me how to draw.” Ms. Haneda: “That's so nice! I saw that you get picked up by your cousin sometimes. Do you want to tell me about him?” Ben’s smile drops away, “Um, well…”Page 12. Ben and his younger cousins get picked up by a teenage cousin. The overpacked car drives past a fast food restaurant. Inside the restaurant sit a family of three: Kayla, her mom, and her baby sibling. They're charging their phones and idly munching on fries. Kayla is doing her homework. Kayla's mom is typing something on her phone. Kayla looks up and notices an employee wiping down a table while staring at her family. Kayla: “Mom.” Kayla’s mom: “Hm?” Kayla, frustrated: “Mom.” Kayla's mom looks up and notices the pointed stare, then checks her phone, “It's getting late anyway. Why don't you go get yourself ready.” Kayla stands, “Right. Yeah, okay.”Page 13. Kayla's in the restaurant bathroom, brushing her teeth. A woman comes in and Kayla ducks into a stall, not wanting to be looked at. Kayla (narrating): “I wonder what my friends would say if they knew we've been sleeping in the car all week. I haven't told anyone, not even Rachel, even though she's my best friend. She's been asking what's going on with me but, I don't know…” Kayla with her friends. They wear track uniforms, stretching before practice. “Missed another track practice. Maybe I should just quit. Ugh, the car makes my neck so stiff.” Kayla stretches a little in the stall and hits her elbow. Kayla: “God damnit! Argh! Stupid- ugh!” Kayla and her mom leave the restaurant, Kayla holding her baby brother. Narration: “Mom lost her job a few months ago. We're supposed to be on some kind of list for a cheap place to live. I don't know. Mom says getting approved might take a while.”Page 14. Kayla narrates: “After Mom lost her job, we went to live with my dad and Grandma. My parents aren't together anymore, but my dad said he wanted to take care of us. It... it wasn't a good situation though. Especially not for Mom.” A flashback of her mom and dad arguing. Her dad's intoxicated, and grabs her mom's arm roughly. “Dad's so nice when he isn't drinking. And Grandma... well, she had so many rules. We were always doing something wrong, me, even the baby, but especially Mom. We were always walking on eggshells.” Kayla and her mom look weary while her grandmother berates them. “But when Dad started yelling, acting all mean and weird and drunk, she'd just ignore it. Or blame Mom. This sucks, but I'd take it over Grandma's any day. I mean, it's not so bad. As long as the cops don't hassle us again... that was scary.” A hand suddenly knocking on the window. In the present, Kayla looks at her reflection in the dark window. Kayla’s mom puts towels over the windows to keep people from looking in, “Kayla, can you-” Kayla: “Yeah, I got it.”Page 15. Kayla narrating, “Mom's looking for a new job. If she can't find one, I don't know what'll happen. We can't live in the car forever.” Kayla's mom is in the front seat, she shows Kayla her phone with a job listing, “This one looks good, huh? Pays not that bad..” Kayla glances up, “Yeah.” Kayla’s mom turns back around, “What are you working on? You studying for your science test?” Kayla has books precariously balanced on her lap in the back seat, “No. Algebra homework.” Kayla’s mom: “You gotta get that science grade up. I can help you study if you want.” Kayla: “Maybe later…” Kayla’s mom: “Alright, well- ugh! I gotta get a new cord. My phone died again!” Kayla: “Wanna use mine?” Kayla’s mom: “No. No... I'll work on the application tomorrow at the library.” Kayla stares at her book, frowning. “Kayla?” “Yeah, mom?” “You okay, baby?” “Yeah. I don't know, I guess.” The baby starts fussing.Page 16. Kayla’s mom holds the baby while it cries. Kayla sleeps fitfully in the back seat. Across town, we see the rest of the kids, spread out across the city. Jackie's asleep at the shelter in her top bunk, her sister sleeps under her. Ben's awake in an overcrowded bedroom. Angel is falling asleep in his shared hotel bed with his brother.

Credits

Written and researched by Alexandra E. Pavlakis, Meredith P. Richards, and J. Kessa Roberts. Written and illustrated by Ashley Robin Franklin, book designed and edited by Kacy McKinney.

Additional resources at the Uprooted: Voices of Student Homelessness website

Afterword

Drawn from years of research, the composite stories you just read - Jackie, Angel, Ben, and Kayla - represent a slice of the varied experiences of student homelessness across the country.

Students who experience homelessness move frequently and are often uprooted from their homes, friends, neighborhoods, and schools. They may spend the night in different places such as motels, shelters, public spaces, or stay with other people - such as friends, extended family, or acquaintances - out of financial need or loss of housing

Contrary to stereotypes, homelessness is not just an urban problem. Students experiencing homelessness live in urban, suburban, and rural areas. These different contexts can shape their access to school and community supports as well as housing resources.

Due to structural racism, homelessness tends to disproportionately affect already marginalized students. Black, indigenous, and people of color (BIPOC), emergent bilingual, and LGBTQIA students are particularly likely to experience homelessness.

Not surprisingly, the educational outcomes of students experiencing homelessness vary: While some outperform their peers, many struggle with social isolation and low attendance, grades, or test scores.

Fortunately, students experiencing homelessness have rights under the federal McKinney-Vento Homeless Assistance Act (42 USC 119, VI, B). Under McKinney-Vento students are considered homeless if they lack a "fixed, regular, and adequate nighttime residence." Their rights include immediate school enrollment, access to resources, and the option to stay at their current school even if they move. McKinney-Vento also requires schools and communities to collaborate to ensure that families know their rights and have access to resources.

Implementing McKinney-Vento can be challenging, especially due to a lack of awareness on the part of some educators, providers, and families about the policy. Furthermore, stereotypes that blame the individual and ignore the structural factors behind poverty, food insecurity, and housing instability also hinder implementation. We hope this comic centers the diverse realities of students who experience homelessness and counters deficit framing and myths.

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