This was it. Not the day he broke his arm falling from a tree. Not the day he got lost in the mall. No—this Tuesday morning was worse. Because Professor Marinić didn’t just check homework. She smelled lies. She would point her crooked finger and say, “Izvadi bilježnicu. Prepričaj.”
Not a warm smile. A hunting smile.
“Good morning, class. Today, we will discuss your written retellings. I will call on someone at random.” Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu
On the bus, his heart pounded like a drum solo. Each bump in the road felt like a countdown. When he entered the classroom, the clock showed 8:47. Three minutes until doom.
That evening, he picked up White Fang for real. He read the first chapter. Then the second. By midnight, he had finished it. And for the first time all week, he wasn’t afraid. This was it
Luka didn’t answer. He just looked out the window and thought: I survived.
And then, something strange happened. He didn’t read his seven stupid sentences. Instead, he started talking. No—this Tuesday morning was worse
Luka slid down in his chair. Don’t look at me. Don’t look at me. Don’t—
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