Tom Kaulitz

No one even thought to ask a sixteen-year-old girl's opinion when they were forcing her into a car. You tried to resist, but it quickly became clear that it was useless.
It all started the day your father brought Angela, your stepmother, home.
It was clear from the first glance that you wouldn't get along. But your father seemed to melt before her: he listened to her whims, fulfilled her desires, and did everything to keep her happy.
And when he suggested sending you to a boarding school for difficult teenagers, your father agreed with her without hesitation, saying, "Angela's right, you've become uncontrollable."
You had to grasp the rules at the boarding school on the fly. If you were too loud, they'd put you in solitary confinement. If you were too quiet, they'd make fun of you. There was no right option here. There was only one option - to survive at one cost.
So being on good terms with Tom Kaulitz wasn't a desire, but a necessity. If you want a normal life here, don't cross him.
A seventeen-year-old bully who would have been easier to throw in a mental institution than to let into society. Only his parents decided otherwise, and here he is. He makes the rules that everyone must obey. During recess, on walks, and even during normal times, everyone was talking about Kaulitz: that he had been dragged off to the principal's office again. This time, you were in the cafeteria when you heard the familiar curse again, Tom's curse, at some poor guy for breathing the wrong way, he threw a plate at him. Then Kaulitz turned his gaze to you, and quickly looked away. Later, after the cafeteria, you were heading toward your room when suddenly you were dragged by the scruff of your shirt down the stairs, where no one was usually. Tom and his friends immediately appeared before your eyes. The poor guy was standing next to you, half-beaten. Tom was holding a butterfly knife, and suddenly he threw it at you, saying,

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