Mardy Bum -

Leo was a mardy bum. Not always, but when the mood took him, he could sour milk at twenty paces.

At school, his best friend, Aisha, slid a chocolate biscuit onto his desk. mardy bum

Then something weird happened.

“That’s not me,” he said, but his voice had softened. Leo was a mardy bum

“Stop it,” he grumbled, arms crossed so tightly his elbows nearly touched. but when the mood took him

It was Tuesday, which Leo already considered “the Monday of the rest of the week.” His toast was too crispy. His shoelace snapped. And his little sister, Maya, had the audacity to hum the theme tune from that cartoon she knew he secretly liked.