A guy and his……….? (1)

Authors note: I have’t written in 20 years please bear with me it will get better!
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An only child and no real friends he shuddered to think of the teasing he would recieve at the work site for the new industrial building downtown. Climbing out of his little
toyota truck he could already hear them jeering at him as he stepped to the time clock. “Hey junky Jake! get your ass on the line and start carring those supplies up.”

All this time everyone thinking he was gay, thinking he was homely, just cause he was a virgin and didn”t have a steady girl friend. “One day,” he thought “they’ll regret
what they have said.” Taking a relaxing deep breath he got off the supply elevator and went to sit alone as he did every day to eat his meager lunch.

Sitting he reached for his sandwiches and started to chew as he watched the others slap each others backs and joke around as they went for break. As his brown
eyes roamed around the empty lot he noticed a shiny object mostly buried by a fresh pile of dirt that had been pushed up while the corner foundation was being worked
on. “Shit I better pick it up before the boss chews my ass some more” (not like he didn’t enough now) as he stepped over to the pile the shining increased, “what the hell!?” stepping closer he thought it might be a small fire as it grew in its intensity of light.

Stooping down he saw it was a large bottle not unlike a large wine bottle “hmm looks like the winos have been in here again” about to throw it away he stopped noticing the archaic writting on it not unlike some form of arabic that he had once seen at the library. “Damn this might be valuable,” not trusting it to his locker (he was sure that the others had a way into it) he ran to his truck and hid it under his seat.

Arriving home sweat stained and tired he grabbed the bottle and rushed in side. “Now to find out what this is.” Grabbing the cap he pulled expecting it to pop open, no dice stuck almost as if it was super glued. “Damn now what hmmmmm?” He didn’t want to break it just might be worth a hell of alot, he started to wash it in the sink. The symbols more clearer now he again thought it was some type of middle eastern language, “crap more research” at least it was something to do better than wacking off to porn or watching old reruns again.

Cranking up his old REALLY old computer he went on line to the US library site and started to search after 2 hours he found that he was getting extremely frustrated the language was old so old in fact that it was considered a dead language.