Rejected by My Billionaire Parents, Accepted by Harvard

My rich parents found me while I was crouched at the edge of the field, checking the wheat.

They looked at me covered in sweat and mud, and the disgust made their voices shake a little.

"You stay home and farm. We'll come back for you in a while."

But the wheat was almost ripe now, and they still hadn't shown up.

Grandma Sullivan packed me a sack of home-grown country goods and put me on the slow rural train to the city.

By the time I reached the James house, they were in the middle of celebrating their fake heiress, Theresa James, getting into college.