Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu -

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.”

He wrote fast: “Bijeli očnjak is about a dog… who is half-wolf… and he lives in the snow. He is very brave. He fights a bulldog named… uh… Čeljusti (Jaws). In the end, a man saves him and he becomes a good dog. The end.”

“Good morning, class. Today, we will discuss your written retellings. I will call on someone at random.”

“Yes, Mom!” he lied. His throat tightened. Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu

Luka slid down in his chair. Don’t look at me. Don’t look at me. Don’t—

Luka kept going. He described the bulldog fight. The final scene where White Fang bites a killer named Beauty Smith and nearly dies. He spoke for five minutes. He didn’t know where the words came from. Maybe from the cover summary he’d skimmed online. Maybe from a movie he’d seen two years ago. Maybe from luck.

Not a warm smile. A hunting smile.

Luka imagined the scene: his face red, mouth dry, while the class watched. Ana would smirk. Marko would whisper something. And the professor’s glasses would flash like two icy headlights.

Professor Marinić walked in at exactly 8:50. She placed her leather bag on the desk. Adjusted her glasses. Then she smiled.

But the next morning, the professor announced a new reading assignment: “Ana Karenjina” – Lav Tolstoj. This was it

Luka didn’t answer. He just looked out the window and thought: I survived.

Again.

Then she said, “That was… surprisingly detailed. Sit down. Next time, write it yourself instead of copying from memory.” No—this Tuesday morning was worse