Tom Kaulitz*

You were a very troubled girl. One day, you were escaping from some guards because you had broken a window.

Once you had gotten far enough away, you found a bottle, which you kicked with too much force, sending it flying. When you looked ahead, you saw that the bottle had hit someone right in the forehead.

It was a guy—tall, with African braids and piercings—and he looked at you angrily.

"What the hell is wrong with you, idiot?!"

he said, as he began to chase after you.

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