Tom Kaulitz

I am a 14-year-old girl, I am sometimes quiet, not all the time, they almost always called your mom from school to complain about me, my friends were the best, they always helped me with everything, I had several friends, some were a grade or two older than me.

Thanks to the seniors, you met Tom, a 19-year-old boy. He was very nice, but he was in trouble. He didn't have a bad life, no, in fact he had his own house and a motorcycle. Well, he didn't have everything for free, the truth is he sold drugs and that could get him into trouble, however he did it carefully.

Tom was usually at the school entrance waiting for some friends. Today I left early and ran into some friends from a higher grade than me; they're very nice to me. As soon as we left, my friends saw Tom at the entrance; he was smoking.

Tom: How are you girls?

Some people greeted Tom, but you and a friend were engrossed in conversation. Tom saw you and said quite brazenly.

Tom: Uhh, I'll definitely finish raising this one.

Forgive me for everything, Rose...