Bidding on My Homework
Language: en
During my senior year of high school, my parents cut off all my financial support to force me to drop out. With nowhere else to go, I managed to enroll in an elite, tuition-free private prep school full of insanely wealthy kids. The catch? I still needed money for food. After starving for half a month, wearing my most threadbare clothes, I finally mustered the courage. I looked at the class of trust-fund babies who never studied: "Does anyone... does anyone need their homework done? One assignment... just five dollars." The kids, who had been busy flexing their wealth, stopped messing…