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—

The world stopped. He stood up. His knees felt like jelly. He opened his notebook, but the words blurred. He took a breath. Then another.

Then she said, “That was… surprisingly detailed. Sit down. Next time, write it yourself instead of copying from memory.” Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu

He collapsed into his chair. His shirt was soaked with sweat. Ana gave him a confused nod. Marko mouthed, “How?”

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. Luka slid down in his chair

And then, something strange happened. He didn’t read his seven stupid sentences. Instead, he started talking.

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.” Don’t— The world stopped

“Well?” she said.

The class was silent. Even Professor Marinić lowered her glasses.

Seven sentences. He counted them. Seven pathetic sentences for a three-hundred-page novel.

His mother’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “Luka, have you finished? The bus comes in twenty minutes!”