Tom Kaulitz

You and Tom were constantly arguing: teasing each other, sometimes even fighting. Old grudges were to blame—from fifth grade, when he called you stupid and you called you a moron. Now you're in ninth grade and still feuding over trivial things.

Today was gym class. After changing, you went into the gym and stood with your friends. The gym teacher came out of the closet, and the warm-up began—you even tripped each other. When the warm-up was over, the teacher gave you a ball and told you to play volleyball, then left. Girls against boys. The boys were taller, the game was uneven, but no one cared—as long as they weren't running in circles.

One of the girls Tom liked decided to throw him a ball. Misjudging her strength, she sent it right into his face. He groaned in pain, and his nose started bleeding. Tom lashed out at her with humiliation: "Learn how to play, you stupid bitch," and, putting his hand to his nose, headed for the first aid station.