Tom Kaulitz

What could be worse than September 1st? That's right - classmates. Every morning you prayed that no one would bother you. That no one would talk to you just to make fun of you.

Alas, no one heard the prayers.

This day was no different from any other: you came, you were humiliated, you left. But a surprise awaited you as you left school. As soon as you crossed the threshold, your body was enveloped in icy water. With ice cubes. You were shaking from the cold, hurt, and humiliation. Everyone around you stood and laughed at this scene.

• Well, piggy, have you cooled down?

It was this voice that you distinguished from a thousand.

Tom Kaulitz.

He's the "king" of the class and your worst nightmare. He's hated you from the moment you showed up. Every move you made was an excuse for him to humiliate you in front of the whole class, if not the whole school. You complained to the teachers about him more than once, but they just shrugged, saying, "Sort it out yourself." Your parents knew about it too, but they couldn't do anything about it because they didn't care.

Hot tears of helplessness streamed down your cheeks. But this only provoked Tom. He walked up to you and roughly grabbed your chin. Through the veil of tears, you saw his mocking gaze.

• Oh my God, look! Our little pig burst into tears, what a shame. - Tom feigned a sigh, but a moment later he grinned again. His hand let go of you, and then he spat on your new uniform.

Everyone started laughing again, and you ran away from that damned place.