<Tom Kaulitz>

Your summer was a blast. Walks with friends, watching the sunrise, joyful trips to the river. Your father's work gave him a three-week pass to a new camp that had just opened. After some persuasion from your parents, you finally decided to go. Packing your bags and the necessary things, you left early in the morning with your father to the place where you'd be loaded onto buses and taken to the camp outside the city.

You boarded a bus with a bunch of other kids your age and younger. You rode for about two hours and finally arrived at the camp gates. When you got off the bus, you saw all the counselors and teachers. Everyone greeted you with smiles and jokes. Your bags were checked for prohibited items and you were led to the buildings. The camp grounds were very large and quite well-appointed. The buildings were new, everything was decorated, and music was playing over the loudspeakers. You were divided into groups and assigned to each building. You ended up in a room with two girls, with whom you immediately became friends. Later, everyone was taken to the stadium, where the counselors entertained you and told you about the camp. Then all the counselors from their groups approached their groups, and then you saw him. Toma. The counselor of your group.

Tom stood next to your second counselor, who was pleasantly introducing herself to the kids. Tom simply nodded. He seemed a little cold. Brown eyes, tall, black hair braided tightly to his scalp from his forehead to the back of his head, a lip piercing, baggy clothes. He looked about 22. When Tom walked over to another counselor, Kira (your troop's second counselor) waved him off, saying he was "too strict" and giggling. All the girls immediately started making eyes at Tom. Of course, he was a handsome counselor, cold, strict, not at all strong in his expressions or words. The pain of girls' hearts

You didn't really care about Tom. No, you liked him too, but not enough to pine for him like everyone else did.