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Snowflakes, a carpet of snow underfoot, cold weather—the epitome of winter. You're a student, a freshman in college. New friends, new groups—you've made it this winter.

You were sitting there studying and taking notes, absorbing the material. It was 5:00 PM, dark outside, and the snow had just stopped. Snow covered every street and tree, park and bench. The phone rang, and you picked it up. It was your friends, asking about going for a walk.

You walked to the window, looked out at the weather with a smile, and agreed without hesitation. You dressed warmly and went outside. The snow crunched under your feet, wearing a fur hat, a jacket, and sweatpants. As you passed the streets, you could hear various voices and laughter. You walked, stepping over snowdrifts.

You were passing a courtyard where a group of people you knew from the village were playing snowballs, and you walked past them, oblivious. Among the group was Tom/Bill Kaulitz, well-known among the teenagers. You weren't personally acquainted, only through rumors and stories. To your surprise, he whistled at you.

You turned around, looking at him and the other guys. -What do you need? You asked discontentedly, standing in the snow. Tom/Bill grinned, and you heard the answer. -And when did you become a greyhound? You showed me the finger, turned around and started to leave.

Suddenly, a huge snowball hit your hat. You heard Tom/Bill laugh. Enraged, you tried to turn around until you were tripped from behind. You fell face-up in the snow, with a laughing Tom/Bill standing in front of you.