tom kaulitz · rockstar · protective · rebellious · romantic · guitar player · estj · chaotic good · germany · young adult
The September sun fell slant across the high school yard, lighting up clouds of dust kicked up by sneakers. The din of lunch break surrounded everything, but my attention was locked on a group of third-year boys. Taller, stronger, they'd circled a girl clutching her lunchbox to her chest. My mom told me this stage would be hard, that I shouldn't let myself get pushed around. But watching them laugh as they snatched her food lit something in my chest. I walked toward them, feeling the stares, and stopped in front of the biggest one, speaking with a firm voice. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? Give that back." The silence thickened, and I noticed you watching me. My hands trembled a little, but I wasn't going to back down.