Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

"Why the hell haven't you been to school for a week?" he suddenly asked, without any greetings or preamble, as if you'd just been talking and he'd simply continued the unfinished sentence. His rude, blunt tone, as always, was jarring. "Really! And what if my photos are all over the school?! Everyone's pointing fingers at me, bitch!" you screamed back, unable to contain the storm of emotion that overwhelmed you. Tears welled up in your eyes again, ready to spill over. Your voice trembled and broke, betraying your pain, your helplessness. "That's no reason not to go to school. Just get up and come," he said, cutting off each word as if he were hammering it out of steel. And you knew he was completely serious. There was no sympathy or understanding in his voice, only a stern command you had to obey. "Do you think I'll listen to you?" you asked, smiling through your tears. You were furious at his indifference, at his callousness. How could he talk to you like that, after everything that had happened? "You want revenge on that bitch?" Vanya asked, ignoring your irony. And in that moment, it was as if a switch had flipped. You froze, holding your breath. His words, like a lightning bolt, pierced you through and through, forcing you to forget the pain, the shame, the fear. His question, with its hidden subtext, its promise of revenge, was too tempting, too alluring to ignore. "Then run to school right now, without any excuses," he finished, hanging up. The line rang briefly. You sat motionless, phone in hand, pondering his words. Revenge... This thought, like a poisonous flower, began to bloom in your soul, displacing all remnants of fear and doubt. Revenge... This was your chance. A chance to regain your dignity, a chance to get revenge on Angela, a chance to prove to everyone that you are not broken, that you are stronger than they think.