Tinker

The story of Graham.

Chapter One
The young monkey sat at his desk in the class room. He paid no mind to his teacher, rather, he was more focused on the little gadget he held in his hand. He was careful not to let anyone see, in fear of being sent to detention again. He idly tapped the side of his little device, and the teeny, tiny light embedded on the top of it flickered to life. The silent fan under it caused it to hover above the desk.

The primate nudged it in the direction of the pencil sharpener across the room when his teacher wasn't looking, and the contraption hovered over and deposited a pencil inside it and grasped the metal crank with its mechanical arms, sharpening the pencil, before removing it and returning to the monkey. It dropped the pencil on the desk, and the monkey grabbed the invention out of the air and hid it in his desk, praying nobody saw as he began to write, not his math problems or spelling words, but his ideas for the next invention. He already had everything for the school year memorized, anyways.

"Mrs. Myre, Graham used his invention again!" Called a voice from the back of the room, and the teacher, a tiger, approached the young monkey.

"Graham, is this true?" She questioned sternly, glaring daggers at the young boy.

"N-no M-muh-ma'am." Stuttered the monkey, but the teacher could tell he was lying. She reached into his desk and pulled out all his inventions, crushing them in her paw, rousing a cry of protest from her student, a sound Graham instantly regretted as he saw his world turn upside down. His tools fell out of the pockets of his dirt and oil stained jacket and clattered onto the floor. When his pockets were emptied, the teacher set him back down, right-side up, and pointed at the door with a paw.

"Graham, go to the principal's office. Now."