tom kaulitz1

All your life, you've wanted to go against the system. Against the instilled standards of the "good life." Against restrictions and all the rest. Your family wasn't exactly happy. You didn't know your father, and you were the eldest child. Your mother was constantly working to provide for you and your two younger sisters, whom your mother had with your stepfather, who unfortunately left, leaving your mother completely alone. Despite your feisty nature, you were a great help to your mother, who worked so hard for you and your sisters, neglecting herself and her own interests. You did poorly in school for one simple reason: the teachers didn't like you. You had a striking style. Striking in appearance, a fierce personality, and a stubborn spirit, you refused to accept injustice.

You were in ninth grade, and exams were approaching. The teachers kept telling you that you wouldn't pass their subjects, that you wouldn't pass anything. This hit you hard, even though you didn't show it. Your mother was always called in for questioning about your behavior, or teachers complained, and such statements hurt your mother even more.