AN: This is the first time I've written an OITNB fanfic so I'm still working on the characters a bit. However, I hope that you enjoy this 😊
Chapter Zero : One Killer of A Letter
Marisol Gonzales didn't grow up in a rich environment, however she did feel a strong family connection. That didn't do anything for her wardrobe but she didn't want to be seen in some unflattering clothes from Walmart or somewhere like that. She wanted to earn the money herself but the only part of her life that would be able to pay for these things was Ian, her boyfriend who was currently in New York.
She wanted to do things for herself though.
She sighed as she looked at her nails after drying the dishes before she finished her homework. She didn't spend that much time on her studies but was still considered intelligent and was getting Bs in her classes. That was certainly good enough. I mean, there were a couple As but it was because she could slide by in those classes.
Her nails would definitely need some repair, she wasn't cut out for this kind of housework. It was so totally basic having to do dishes and laundry especially since her brothers didn't have such a drain on them.
"Marisol!" her mother called her and Marisol, Flaca, went to approach her. She stood with her arms crossed as she looked at the envelope that her mother was holding. "You've got a letter."
"All right," Flaca said before taking the letter, she turned it over in her hands. "What kind of unknown loser lives in Ohio?" she asked, "This better not be one of those scam documents that says you have to like pay to get some money or something or maybe one of those religious scams where you send them all your money and you get a bag of seeds because you know that's a thing."
"Marisol, please just open it," her mother said as she waved her hand to gesture that she should look inside. "Maybe it's about college."
"Yeah, cause I applied to a bunch of colleges in Ohio," Flaca rolled her eyes before opening the letter. She looked at the paper in front of her before pausing and looking at her mother, "What is this? Must be some kind of mistake," she said as she tapped the paper and reread it again.
Dear Marisol,
You may not remember me but I am writing to tell you that I am leaving my entire life savings to you. When you helped me by working with your mother in my store three years ago you inspired my dream and I have gained more money than I thought that I would have. I have no children of my own and would like to give you my life savings.
Eliza
"You know," Flaca mused, "Maybe she's kind of…well, she might be a little off or maybe I just inherited all her debts 'cause that can happen, you know."
Theresa looked at her daughter before reaching out to take the paper, she scanned it before sighing. "You should go to Ohio, obviously you were important to her," she commented and Flaca looked horrified.
"Ohio? The train ticket to get there is probably more expensive than anything that I'll get from this. Then there's the time to get there. It's like, I don't know how much school I'm going to miss and then I just get like five bucks. I say that I'll let her come to me before I go over there."
"I thought that you were more respectful than that," Theresa sighed before looking Flaca in the eyes, "Marisol, if you really do anything good and empathetic in your life, you'll go and see a dying old woman," she said and Flaca sighed.
"All right. You want to give me money for the train ticket?" she asked and Theresa nodded going to her purse.
