This story was originally written in Indonesian. I used AI to help translate it into English, so I apologize in advance for any translation errors or awkward phrasing that may appear.
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It was supposed to be just another school report day.
But for Santi, it marked the depth of a life that had never once been fair.
Her hands trembled as she opened her report card. Her eyes darted over the page—
Only to be met with scornful scribbles.
"Troublemaker."
"No future."
Each word was like a blade, stabbing deeper into her heart.
Her face flushed with shame, and the sound of Siska's laughter—together with her gang—rang like cruel applause mocking her every weakness.
"Are you satisfied now?" Santi thought, glaring at the vandalized sheet. "Is this what you wanted? To see me break?"
Siska and her friends had always played the villains in Santi's life.
Not just with words, but with looks—cold, disdainful, dehumanizing.
Something inside her cracked that day.
A fire flickered in her chest.
It wasn't just anger. It was transformation.
Now in high school, Santi had stopped caring about regrets.
There was no more confusion. Only clarity.
She knew exactly what she wanted—
Revenge.
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At home, things weren't any better.
Her father, once her protector, now barely spoke to her.
Every conversation ended in silence or thinly veiled tension.
Her mother? Still trying to keep the family together—but failing.
Santi felt utterly alone.
Day by day, school became more suffocating.
But with each insult, every whisper behind her back, Santi's resolve hardened.
"I'll get stronger. I'll make them all pay."
Time moved forward.
As she approached the end of her second year in junior high, another report day arrived.
But for Santi, it wasn't grades she dreaded.
It was what came with them.
Alone in the emptying classroom, Santi sat staring at her report card.
Smeared across the paper—
Were not numbers.
But hate.
"Trash."
"No one loves you."
"Unwanted loser."
Marker scribbles had defaced every line of her academic record.
Hate poured from ink like venom.
And the culprit stood not far away.
Siska. Smiling.
Eyes locked.
Santi said nothing.
Neither did Siska.
But Siska had no plans of stopping.
Only this time, Santi had changed.
No more tears.
No more fear.
Only anger.
And vengeance.
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The dinner table was quiet that night.
Her father finished his meal without a word and stood up.
Santi just watched him go.
Her mother, across the table, tried to meet her eyes.
Only for a moment.
Santi stood, walking past her in silence.
This place no longer felt like a home.
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The day she entered high school, she wasn't the same girl anymore.
She had a plan now.
"The one who moves first… wins." she whispered to herself with a cold smirk.
She sought out allies—
Other students who had been trampled on, just like her.
They only needed a push.
Santi gave it.
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A few days later, Siska slouched in class, bored as usual.
Then—without warning—
A group of girls stormed in.
One slapped Siska across the face.
SLAAP!!
"What the hell?!" Siska screamed.
No answer.
They pounced.
No mercy.
No hesitation.
No one knew what Santi had said to those girls.
But whatever it was—it worked.
Outside the classroom door, Santi watched.
Silent.
Smiling.
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From that day on, Santi changed completely.
She began staying out late, joining street gangs, picking fights.
Her vengeance didn't stop with Siska.
It grew darker.
Colder.
Crueler.
Deadlier.
People started calling her "The Strongest Girl."
She became feared.
And utterly alone.
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Home wasn't a sanctuary.
Her father, drowning in rage and financial ruin, had betrayed them.
Santi found out.
He was cheating.
That betrayal twisted with her past pain, forming a poison that corrupted her from within.
She started training her body like a weapon.
Not for defense—
But destruction.
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One day, her mother tried to reach out.
"Santi... you were such a kind girl. What happened to you?"
Santi rose from her seat.
"You don't understand…"
And without thinking—
SLAAP.
Her hand struck her mother's cheek.
Silence.
Then sobbing.
Santi looked down at her hand.
No regret.
Only emptiness.
"This is fiction. Don't try this in real life," said ItsJustDafa.
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Now in her final year of high school, graduation loomed.
But her heart had never felt heavier.
One afternoon, she received a message from Siska.
"Meet me on the school rooftop."
She went.
The sky glowed red as she opened the rooftop door.
Siska was waiting.
"What is this?" Santi asked coldly.
"You here to beg? You know you can't beat me."
Siska smiled.
That smile only made Santi angrier.
"What's so funny?!"
"You remember this place?" Siska asked softly.
"You lectured me once, right here."
"What, now it's your turn to preach?" Santi mocked.
Siska chuckled.
"No, I'm not that righteous. I know I can't win. You're smarter. Stronger. But you know what? Everyone makes mistakes, Santi."
Santi froze.
Something in Siska's voice sent chills down her spine.
Not anger.
Something else.
"What are you talking about?"
"If you're mad, hit me. Like always. Go on."
Siska opened her arms.
Her face… was too calm.
"DO IT, SANTI!"
Santi lost control.
THUD!!
Her fist collided with Siska's face.
Siska fell.
She didn't scream.
She just stared up at her… satisfied.
Santi didn't realize—
That punch was the beginning of the end.
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The Next Day.
In a police interrogation room, Santi sat trembling.
A stern-faced officer entered and tossed a newspaper on the table.
SLAM.
The headline screamed at her:
"High School Girl Found Dead After Falling From Rooftop – Classmate Suspected."
Siska's face stared up from the page.
> Name: Siska
Age: 18
Cause of Death: Fell from school rooftop
Suspect: Santi – classmate and known perpetrator of violence
Santi couldn't move.
She stared at the paper.
Her heart—
Empty.
Her mind—
Racing.
But it was already…
Too late.