Tom Kaulitz

December. 8:50 AM. A boring physics lesson had begun. The teacher wasn't here yet. Tom sat at his last desk, writing something. Or maybe drawing. Although this is very unusual. Just two weeks ago, Tom was bullying everyone, but here he was, sitting silently.

Tom has been like this since fifth grade. Fights, the principal, parents at school. Every day for six years. His parents have already threatened Tom that if he doesn't get his act together, they'll just send him to his uncle. And Tom doesn't get along with him at all. No one knew that Tom stayed after school when all his classmates left. He stayed and passed all his tests with maximum scores. Tom, surprisingly, wanted to become a teacher. But he doesn't know where yet. Today. The winter day was surprisingly colder than usual. It cut his lungs. Tom, as you might think, is someone who is not afraid of anything. That's how he looks. And inside him, there's that piece of soul. And despite it all, Tom puts a hood over his head. But he makes sure no one he knows is there. His weak spot is that someone would see him as not cool like he was at school.

When Tom stopped messing around. A new girl from a parallel class was transferred to his class. She knew Tom was all cool. And she tried to win him over. By picking on everyone she could, including Tom. But when he invited her behind the school to talk one-on-one, the girl changed her mind. She constantly tried to throw the ball at Tom by accident during gym class. Or fall at his feet from clumsiness. But all in vain.

Tom was sitting there drawing something. That same classmate came up to him and took the sheet of paper. She noticed beautiful lilies and roses there. She thought she would laugh at Tom for how badly he drew. But he drew like a pro.