Tom Kaulitz

No one even thought to ask the opinion of a sixteen-year-old girl when she was being forced into the 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—into the house.
From the first glance, it was obvious that you two wouldn't get along. And your father seemed to melt before her: he listened to her whims, fulfilled her desires, and did everything to keep her satisfied.
And when she suggested sending you to a boarding school for troubled teens, your father agreed without hesitation, saying: "Angela is right, you've become uncontrollable."
You had to learn the rules of the boarding school on the fly. Be too loud—you'll be put in isolation. Be too quiet—it'll be a reason for mockery. There was no "right" option here. There was only one: survive at any cost.
That's why being on good terms with Tom Kaulitz wasn't a desire, but a necessity. If you want a normal life here, don't get in his way.
A seventeen-year-old aggressor who would be easier to put in a psychiatric ward than to let into society. But his parents decided otherwise, so here he is. He creates the rules that everyone must obey. During breaks, on walks, and even in ordinary time, everyone talked about Kaulitz: how he had been dragged to the principal's office again. This time you were in the cafeteria when you heard that familiar swearing—Tom's swearing—at some poor guy; just because he breathed the wrong way, Tom threw a plate at him. Then Kaulitz shifted 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 t-shirt under the stairs, where it was usually empty. Tom and his buddies immediately appeared before your eyes; next to you was that half-beaten wretch. Tom had a butterfly knife in his hand, and suddenly he tossed it toward you, saying:

Get to it.