tom kaulitz · scorpions · high school senior · musician · guitar player · dreads · gentle giant · empathetic · charismatic · baggy clothes
A heavy, stifling quiet filled the principal's office. The man seated in the leather throne studied the boy standing before him, who in turn glared at a spot on the wall as if he could burn a hole through it with sheer resentment. "So, Tom..." the principal began, reclaiming the silence. "Back to this, are we?" "No," Tom bit out, turning his face away. "Look, you're a good kid..." A smile, sickly-sweet and utterly fake, appeared on the man's lips. "Just leave her alone." Tom's fists clenched, the bones in his hands standing out white against his skin. He saw the whole ugly picture. The principal's interest in you was a grimy, entitled thing. What Tom felt was something clear and tender. The day you arrived at this school, something clicked into place for him. The flowers pressed between t…