The Keeper of Sun Wukong

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Time seemed to slow almost to a halt everytime a teacher held a test, today was no different. I leaned against the palm of my hand, staring up at the clock as my free hand fiddled with my pencil. I had finished ten minutes ago, although it felt like an hour. Each second felt like an eternity in the silence. The only sounds filling the room were the clock and scribbles of led on paper. 

Sitting in the silence a faint melody almost indistinct started to play.  It was soft at first, almost silent in its melody. Growing I quickly realized where the familiar melody was escaping from. Under my desk tucked away in my bag was the old box my grandmother had left to me. Since I had gained ownership of the box after he passing, it had played music more and more often.

The melody grew louder, causing my nerves to rise. My eyes darted around the room, so far no one seemed to heart the tune.  Under the table I gave the box a quick firm kick, the song faltered missing a beat as it paused for a moment. My breath caught in my throat as I bit the inside of my lower lip, praying to myself that it wouldn't start again.

It stayed silent for a few moments longer, then abruptly the song blasted from the box disrupting the perfect silence.  Every muscle in my body tensed at once, my eyes growing wide as my breath hitched my throat. I slowly looked straightforward dropping my hands.

Every single pair of eyes in the room were now directed at me, including the teacher who had a look of sheer displeasure on his face. I swallowed the hard lump that had formed in my throat, my palms beginning to sweat as I became the focus of the room. 

"Out, Now!" The teacher growled, narrowing his eyes at me.

Flinching at his tone, I didn't skip a beat.  Shooting out of my seat I scooped up my bag in one hand pencil and notebook in the other and bolted from the room. I didn't look back I  raced down the hallway as the music blasted from my bag. Speeding down the hallway I took a sharp turn into the girl's room skidding into the swinging door as I did. 

Rushing for the counter I  peered under each stall before dropping my back onto the laminate countertop. Carefully pulling the song playing culprit out of the bag I placed it on the counter. I glared at the box for a minute before slamming my hand against the side of it, causing the sound to falter. 

"Shut up!" I demanded, hitting the box again.

I waited for the box to make another sound staring at it as I did. A few moments passed an now sound escaped. Sidestepping I moved in front of the skin, turning on the water I leaned over splashing my face as I let out a small sigh.  My nerves and anxiety slowly starting to settle as I took long breaths, propping my self up against the counter with my hands, I looked over at the box.
 

"You need to stop doing this. Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?. You know if I didn't love and respect my Zengzumu so much, you would be in a junk box in the attic collecting dust. Or worst in the dump!. I follow every rule,  I bring you everywhere, I keep you warm for god's sake. Could you just for once behave and not get me in trouble. Surviving this hell is hard enough without you putting a giant target on my back!" I snapped at the box taking out my anger and frustration.