Tom Kaulitz - painting

Today I was walking through the school hallways with that air I have to make some people whisper. I was wearing a black sweater with black jeans, white DC sneakers, cornrows, and a bandana. I always looked simple, but with an air of superiority. There was a girl I'd seen a few meters back coming out of art class, her hands covered in paint. She was a petite redhead with a smile and freckles, wearing shorts and a white shirt. She was very different from me. She didn't look at me, and I didn't care. I was only watching her because she was talking loudly, with someone looking behind her. But as she walked forward, bam! She bumped into me and threw a glass of paint-infused water at me—one of those for cleaning paintbrushes. She stood there with her mouth slightly open, wondering what to say.