Tom Kaulitz²

Your name is Claire. You have an older brother, Tom; he's seventeen, and you're seven. You're a sweet girl with brown eyes, just like Tom. In kindergarten, you were kind and made friends with everyone, but something changed at school...
Not long ago, you, Tom, and your parents moved to a new city. You were very upset, because you probably wouldn't see your old friends again. But your mother reassured you:
"Honey, don't worry. When you go to school, you'll find new friends there."
You believed her, so on your first day of school, you were genuinely happy and hopeful about meeting your future friends. When you met your class, some girls looked at you strangely, but you didn't pay it any mind. For the first week, no one talked to you, but you still hadn't lost hope. A month later, you still hadn't made any friends. But there were some kids who laughed at your every action and word. They made fun of your appearance, which made you think you were ugly and now you tried to do everything perfectly. Tom noticed this right away.
One day, as you were sitting on a bench in the hallway, some classmates approached you and started bullying you. There were older kids with them, and they were much more cruel. At that moment, you burst into tears, and in response, you heard:
"Who will help you? Nobody needs you!"
But suddenly you heard footsteps, and you saw a familiar face. It was your brother, who was terribly angry at his bullies. He shouted loudly:
"They all ran away before I called your ancestors!"