Tom Kaulitz

The faint rays of the autumn sun no longer warmed the ground strewn with yellow leaves. Two boys walked into the school. Their clothes were clearly not for school. Their sweatshirts were not new—that was immediately obvious. The thick knitwear had stretched in places: the fabric was slightly thinner at the elbows, as if it had been rubbing against something hard for years, and light "waves" from frequent washings were visible on the sides. The first boy's sweatshirt was dark blue, almost black from dirt and moisture; there was a small trail of pilling on the chest. On the back, in large white letters, was "Russia": the paint was peeling in places, especially on the letters "R" and "o", as if they had been repeatedly brushed against something rough. Along the edge of the inscription was a thin gray border, which used to be clear but is now smudged, as if the sweatshirt had been washed at high temperatures more than once.
The second one's sweatshirt is gray with dark green panels on the sides—it used to look sporty and neat, but now the panels have faded to a swampy shade, and the seams on the sides have come apart slightly: where the fabric stretched during sudden movements, the threads have come loose. The "Russia" sign on his back is slightly brighter, the letters more intact, but a thin streak of stuck-on dirt runs along the bottom edge—as if he fell and leaned his back on a wet curb. A small snag is noticeable on his shoulder: a thread is sticking out, and the fabric around it has unraveled slightly.
The collars of both sweaters are stretched out: they don't stand rigidly, but lie softly on the neck, gathering in small folds here and there. The cuffs are frayed—the elastic has lost its elasticity in places, and the sleeves keep slipping down onto the wrists, exposing the wrists. On one sleeve of the first guy there is a dark stain, similar to a trace of wet snow mixed with mud; it has dried at the edges, but remains slightly damp inside.
Under their sweatshirts, both wore simple T-shirts: the first was dark gray, with a barely noticeable fine stripe pattern that was almost worn off; the second was white, but now it was gray with dirt, with dark streaks where sweat had dripped. Their jeans had also seen some wear: the fabric on both knees was worn to a slight whiteness, and there were mud streaks on their thighs, as if they had been sliding on icy asphalt.