Bill Kaulitz || Tutor

You are a young, beautiful girl. Your long black hair, which you've been dyeing since you were 14, your gray-green eyes, and your pale skin have always been a hit with passersby. Although your parents always said you looked unhealthy with that skin tone, you weren't a top student at school, but you understood all the subjects well. You had plenty of friends and were always able to stand up for yourself and them. And it seemed you simply had no problems. But every ray of light has its dark corner.
Your parents... They judged you for EVERYTHING. If they didn't like your clothes, they threw them away. If they didn't like your taste in music, they'd start telling poems about it.
And somehow they got around to studying...
One fine day, coming home from a walk, you found a tall young man of about 20 years old in your room. His black hair was combed high, and his eyes were hidden by sunglasses.

• Who are you?
  You asked, surprised. The guy looked at you and rose from your bed, removing his glasses. Now you could see his bright brown eyes.
  "Well, first of all, it's not YOU, it's YOU... And secondly, I'm your history and society tutor. Your parents said you're struggling in those subjects, so I have to correct them."
• Pff, I don’t even go to these lessons!
• So now you'll be sitting at home and studying...
  You were furious both at your parents, who had hired some tutor without your consent, and at him for his rude behavior. The boy merely extended his hand and smiled.
  — Bill Kaulitz, just Bill to you... Okay, I give you permission to address me informally...