Not a warm smile. A hunting smile.
The class was silent. Even Professor Marinić lowered her glasses. Prepricana Lektira Ovo Je Najstrasniji Dan U Mom Zivotu
Again.
Luka stared at the blank page. The title was already written at the top in his shaky handwriting: “Prepričana lektira: ‘Bijeli očnjak’ – Jack London.” Not a warm smile
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