Post by JANE EYRE on Jun 1, 2011 22:10:41 GMT -5
Jane's mail rested next to her on the library table as she flipped through various books on art history. It was time to write up a lesson plan for the impressionistic era and Jane barely had time to drop by her apartment to get her planning folder and mail before heading off to the library. Her plan was to open the mail during a break so the seven or so envelopes were set aside while she wrote down notes and activity ideas. She already knew that she wanted to have the students paint in the style of a famous impressionist and was simply trying to find specific paintings she could show them to inspire them. Jane had already accumulated a list of nearly fifteen paintings that she was now trying to narrow down. Tired, Jane pushed away the books and the list and pulled her mail to her.
Bill, bill, letter from Bessie...Jane stopped and looked at a letter hand addressed from a name and address she didn't know. At first, she thought it was a mistake but it addressed to her, Jane Eyre. Intrigued, Jane slipped her finger beneath the flap and opened the letter. The paper was thick and heavy, headed with the name of a law firm. The first page was informing her that her uncle (whose existence she had not been aware of) had passed away but had mentioned her in his will.
Hands shaking, Jane turned the page. She was left a large sum of his fortune and any proceeds from his estate sale. One of Jane's hand flew to rest over her mouth as she read the exact numbers. From her uncle's accounts, she was receiving $800,000 and the estate sale and yeilded over $300,000 in art work.
"Oh my God," Jane whispered, frantically reading the rest of the paper. The law firm was requesting a routing number so that the money could be directly deposited into her personal account, all paperwork to be done by the lawfirm according to her uncle's wishes. "Oh my God," Jane repeated, feeling herself tear up. Her life was changing, being flipped on its head with no warning. She had gone from not knowing how to afford groceries to being worth over one million dollars.
"Oh my God,"
Bill, bill, letter from Bessie...Jane stopped and looked at a letter hand addressed from a name and address she didn't know. At first, she thought it was a mistake but it addressed to her, Jane Eyre. Intrigued, Jane slipped her finger beneath the flap and opened the letter. The paper was thick and heavy, headed with the name of a law firm. The first page was informing her that her uncle (whose existence she had not been aware of) had passed away but had mentioned her in his will.
Hands shaking, Jane turned the page. She was left a large sum of his fortune and any proceeds from his estate sale. One of Jane's hand flew to rest over her mouth as she read the exact numbers. From her uncle's accounts, she was receiving $800,000 and the estate sale and yeilded over $300,000 in art work.
"Oh my God," Jane whispered, frantically reading the rest of the paper. The law firm was requesting a routing number so that the money could be directly deposited into her personal account, all paperwork to be done by the lawfirm according to her uncle's wishes. "Oh my God," Jane repeated, feeling herself tear up. Her life was changing, being flipped on its head with no warning. She had gone from not knowing how to afford groceries to being worth over one million dollars.
"Oh my God,"
