Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz is a cop who catches criminals and various racers who speed through the streets. He has long dreadlocks down to his shoulders, brown eyes that sparkle in the moonlight, and wears a buggy with a bandana on his head. I'm a racer who races at night with my friends, who have already outrun the cops more than once, of course, and I could do it, but certainly not on this night, which I remember very well.

Night. The streetlights illuminated the large city, and we, speeding at 300 km/h, showed up. We were caught by a security camera near a building while drifting around turns. We heard the sharp sound of flashing lights, exchanged glances across our cars, and quickly sped away.

The police squad called Tom Kaulitz, how I hate him! It was impossible to get away from him. He had a really cool racing car, and he was driving behind me. We were already approaching the bridge, and to the left was a ramp that we could jump across the road, but at the time I wasn't paying attention, looking for somewhere to hide. Suddenly, he slammed on the gas and jumped, ending up in the middle of the road.

Not expecting this, I suddenly began to press the brakes, the tires sharply whistled on the asphalt, turning the car to the side, he got out of the car and approached my car.

“What a little girl we have here behind the wheel, come out, racer,” he said with a sly smile.