Here is my entry for the 100 word challenge for Julia’s place to titled: Those Putrid Sunny Days.
Enjoy.
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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Cheers,
Bob
PART-TIME NOVEL 
That was me. I loved school, hated summer when I was usually bored, trying to fill up the days. Now, I harework. Can’t waitforweekends. Nicely done!
Paul, thanks for the comment. It is funny how those seem to flip flop. Now if I could go to school as a career…
I hope that he found something to make him smile over the holiday. All work and no play…
I hope so too. Malcolm will probably go to the library every day and maybe do some advanced physics for fun. Thanks for the comment Anna.
I loved school work too so can related. x
I loved school, but I loved break more! Thanks for stopping by Susan.