𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 • Tom Kaulitz

chapter one

bold text is them speaking german. crimson is like pretty much fluent but it's easier for ppl to speak english to her so most ppl do bc let's pretend all germans also speak fluent english

"It can't be that bad," Crimson's dad said.

"It can and will," Crimson said, "I don't understand why I couldn't just stay with Aunty Violet."

"Because we'd miss you too much."

"Like I miss my old life? Must sting, dad."

Crimson rolled her eyes as her father left her bedroom. She applied her makeup, wanting to make good impressions on her first day, but also not wanting to look like too much of a try-hard. She drew black eyeliner along her waterline and put on mascara.

She flipped her septum up and took out her lip ring, hoping it wouldn't close up in the few hours that she had it out. She then tied back her hair, not wanting anyone to she the few black streaks she had in the bottom. She put her lip ring in her pocket, so she could put it back in the second she got in the car with her father after school.

She pulled her AC/DC shirt over her head, smudging her eyeliner in the process, making her look like she was cosplaying some sort of panda-racoon hybrid.

"Shit," she said, scrambling to find her makeup wipes, "Shit, fuck, shit." She looked at the time on the digital clock in her nightstand, she had ten minutes to get to school. It was a fifteen minute drive to get there. "No, no, no!"

"Crimson, you're late!" Her mother shouted up the stairs, "Come on, honey. I've made you some toast, you can eat it in the car."

"Mum, I'm not ready! My makeup-"

"I'm sure you look fine. Hurry up!"

Crimsons grunted as she ran down the stairs and grabbed her toast off the table. "See, you look great," her mum said.

"I look like a raccoon."

"Isn't that how you always do your makeup?"

"Not anymore! I'm reinventing myself."

"Woah," her dad said, tying his tie as he walked into the kitchen, "What happened to my emo princess?"

"She was never emo," her mother said, "She was alternative. Not anymore, though. Apparently, she's reinventing herself."

"How come?"

"So it's easier to make friends," Crimson said.

Her father looked her up and down. She wore leggings, her AC/DC shirt (which, excluding the accidentally smudged eyeliner, was the only alternative thing about her) and a navy blue zip up hoodie.

"You think these kids are gonna wanna be friends with someone who looks like every other fucker in the school?"

"Yeah, that's how today's teens work. We didn't all grow up in the middle ages."