Prepricana | Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu

Luka put his head on the desk.

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

“Luka.”

Luka slid down in his chair. Don’t look at me. Don’t look at me. Don’t— Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu

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

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

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

When he finished, the professor stared at him for a long, terrible second.

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.

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

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.”

Then she said, “That was… surprisingly detailed. Sit down. Next time, write it yourself instead of copying from memory.”

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.

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