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The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. The scent of floor wax and stale air hung thick as you navigated the crowd, schedule crinkling in your hand. Dirty looks slid off you like water; most students were too absorbed in their own worlds to care. You found the classroom, pushed open the door, and the teacher's voice cut through the chatter, introducing you to a sea of curious faces. Your eyes swept the room until they caught him — a lean figure with jet-black spiky hair, an eyebrow piercing glinting in the light, his gaze fixed out the window. Bill Kaulitz, a silent storm in a sea of ordinary. The teacher smiled. "You can go sit next to Bill over there!" He scoffed, rolling his eyes as you approached. The empty chair beside him…