Rags To Riches
He woke up in a rock hard bed in a small wooden house in Minneapolis. "Another day, another dime," thought George as he was getting dressed. He marched up the stairs to see his adoptive parents fighting about money.
"We've been robbed again," said Fred, George's adoptive father. Debra, George's adoptive mother, was bawling her eyes out,
"We almost had enough to send you to college”. George took a look at the morning newspaper.
"Heir of wealthiest king in the world to be named at 5pm," George read out loud to his adoptive parents.
"If only we were the heirs to that fortune,” said Fred as he headed off to his job at a factory who made toys for McDonald's. George was watching the news, the reporter was talking about the heir to the king's fortune.
"We will need a DNA sample from everybody in Minneapolis," said the reporter, "Scientists will arrive at your house collect the DNA around 10am". George heard a knock on the door. He looked at the clock, 9:58. George called for his mother.
"Mother, the scientists are here to collect the DNA". Debra came down the stairs with one of her hairs in her hand, she placed it into the bucket the scientist was holding out. George pulled out one of his hairs and put it into the bucket.
"Thank you," said the scientists as the walked out the door. He walked back into the living room where his mother was about to teach him algebra. George was a smart boy but his parents weren't as bright as him, George would often end up teaching his parents stuff rather than the other way around. After the lesson Fred came back from work and they had dinner. They turned on the news as the heir of the king was being named.
"It's definitely not going to be me, mom or dad," thought George.
"And the heir to the $500 million fortune is George Smith of Minneapolis, Minnesota , who will be given tickets to London where he will receive his fortune," said the reporter. George almost passed out when the reporter said his name. He looked over at his parents
"We've been robbed again," said Fred, George's adoptive father. Debra, George's adoptive mother, was bawling her eyes out,
"We almost had enough to send you to college”. George took a look at the morning newspaper.
"Heir of wealthiest king in the world to be named at 5pm," George read out loud to his adoptive parents.
"If only we were the heirs to that fortune,” said Fred as he headed off to his job at a factory who made toys for McDonald's. George was watching the news, the reporter was talking about the heir to the king's fortune.
"We will need a DNA sample from everybody in Minneapolis," said the reporter, "Scientists will arrive at your house collect the DNA around 10am". George heard a knock on the door. He looked at the clock, 9:58. George called for his mother.
"Mother, the scientists are here to collect the DNA". Debra came down the stairs with one of her hairs in her hand, she placed it into the bucket the scientist was holding out. George pulled out one of his hairs and put it into the bucket.
"Thank you," said the scientists as the walked out the door. He walked back into the living room where his mother was about to teach him algebra. George was a smart boy but his parents weren't as bright as him, George would often end up teaching his parents stuff rather than the other way around. After the lesson Fred came back from work and they had dinner. They turned on the news as the heir of the king was being named.
"It's definitely not going to be me, mom or dad," thought George.
"And the heir to the $500 million fortune is George Smith of Minneapolis, Minnesota , who will be given tickets to London where he will receive his fortune," said the reporter. George almost passed out when the reporter said his name. He looked over at his parents