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.”
But the next morning, the professor announced a new reading assignment: “Ana Karenjina” – Lav Tolstoj. Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu
And then, something strange happened. He didn’t read his seven stupid sentences. Instead, he started talking. This was it
Luka put his head on the desk.
Twenty minutes. He hadn’t read a single page. Not one. The book lay beside him, a yellowed paperback with a wolf’s face on the cover. It had been sitting on his desk for three weeks, untouched, gathering dust and guilt. No—this Tuesday morning was worse