“Yes, Mom!” he lied. His throat tightened.
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. Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu
“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.” “Yes, Mom
Luka put his head on the desk.
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