Jolly Boy

Jolly Boy, what his dad called him bc he was always so happy as a child. Jolly boy had gone with his dad as a child to emerse themselves with a tribe in New Guinea. Jolly boy had found an artifact most archiologists research and then spend their hole life trying to locate. He also by chance at the same time found a new species of plant or rather one that was thought to have died off as well as a type of beetle. Really he had stumbled and fallen into it all, but no one believed that, knowing who his father was. This made Jolly boy a bit of a sensation in the area as well as home in the USA, amongst the right circles. Jolly Boy, however, was a bit wild. Much like tribes depicted in movies. This however, was not the tribes doing, infact the tribe was very orderly and well mannered. Instead Jolly Boy's wildness came from the fact that while there, he was left alone for large amounts of time, free to do anything he pleased after his couple hours of schooling. He in turn became very rambunctious, self sufficient, and intelligent. This is mostly good, until combined in his precise combination. The combination proved a winning, but precarious combination. Once they moved back state side he was wholly out of place. On top of this fact, due to his new fame and tokenization as a luck charm his adoring parents set up high security around him. Jolly Boy's days became more structured, in a way he was unprepared for. His day's more lonely, even with people constantly around. Although, he got really good at some video games. He envisioned his school like the jungle he left in New Guinea. The teachers and kids mostly equated with specific animals there, a few reminded him of tribe members. This mind exercise made the transition easier, made it feel more like home.

Then one afternoon when he was digging out back of the school trying to hide a large quantity of candy, a couple nerf guns, and 2 fireworks (the not so dangerous one's) his shovel hit something. He forgot his items for a minute and began tring to excavate the newly discovered item. It was a box. A very badly weathered box. He got it out, tugging, trying to rip it from the dirt. It had been there so long it seemed to have grown roots like a weed and the ground was trying to hold on to it. Once he pulled it out, he sat looking at the box. Jolly Boy wasn't sure he wanted to open it, after all he didn't want to see a dead bird, cat or dog shoved in a box. He'd heard of schrodinger's cat. If he kept it shut, there was no dead cat inside. If he opened it there was a 50% chance it was or was not. He pushed the box with his shoe. It had some weight, but not that heavy. Heavy enough for a cat to be inside or a bird tho. He looked at the outside of the box. Nothing fancy existed. The outside was so badly corroded it just appeared a dingy brown color like the dirt concealing it. It appears to be a wooden box that had a metal covering. Jolly Boy decided it had to be old because who makes boxes like that, it just seemed like something they would have done way back when. He picked the box up and shook it. Something shifted inside. He put the box in his back pack, carelessly threw his items in the hole and recovered it. Placed the small shovel back behind a bench on the side of the school and continued back to his last classes for the day. He had almost completely forgotten about the box until he actually needed a notebook from his back pack. This box probably had trash inside. He sat in class pondering the box.

Once his day was done, he went home as normal. Greeted his mom as normal and told her about his day. He asked if there were any activities this afternoon. His mom told him not today, but tomorrow. He told his mom he was going to do homework and study. She kissed him on the head and smiled. On the way to his room he grabed some plastic tarping his dad kept in the closet. Once in his room he made a small plastic tent. He took a mask he had, gloves, and some work goggles and entered the plastic tent with the box. He thought he couldn't be too careful. People who bury boxes are a little strange or if a dead animal is inside who knows what diseases it could have. He had to know what was in the box. He used a knife to cut along the seem of the box. He used the tip of the knife to fiddle with the closing mechanism, eventually getting it to pop open. He slowly lifted the lid of the box. He let out a gasp from having held his breath too long. Jolly Boy was pleasantly surprised. There was no dead animal. Instead was a black pillow with a small pocket on the front. Jolly Boy put on gloves and then reached his fingers into the pocket. Inside the pocket was a note he couldn't read or make out and a coin. The coin is in great condition, either silver or maybe white gold or some other metal with a similar look. He knew nothing of coins or metals really, he vowed to pay attention more in school. All this for a coin. Why is it buried outside in the back of his school? The coin said 1652 and had a tree in the center. After a brief search, he found the coin is a silver pine tree shilling. Next he looked at the letter, still foreign to him. He looked at the signature at the bottom, this he could make out. It read John Hull. Jolly Boy smiled, he was starting to like his new home. He even started to believe in his own tokenization as lucky. He couldn't wait to show his dad.





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