Malcolm Belfore was a child of study and thus hated summers. While all his classmates celebrated the newly won summer, Malcolm pulled out his calendar and crossed off the first day of summer.
“humph!” he growled when a joyful student rushed past shouting jubilantly.
“Bah!” he barked when he saw two high five.
“Malcolm, are you alright?” Mrs. Appleton asked while eyeing him over her glasses.
“I hate summers,” he muttered.
“But Malcolm, children love summer,” she returned.
“Not all of them.” He said pouting. He lamented every single putrid sunny day until the children began returning to the routine.
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