BUT SHES, SINISTER | bill kaulitz

two

vivienne was proud of the style she accomplished; when faced with going to a new school. she has put together outfits for the following week. she wore a long sleeve dark red and black print radiohead shirt, a short black pleated mini skirt which was almost a corduroy texture with black ripped tights, and red converse. it was basic in her eyes, but different from the trends that were popular.

as her father dropped her off and walked into the school, she tried to look as bored as possible. vivienne was used to people looking at her, and her family in questioning but also angst. her dad some scary stereotypical russian guy, and her mother a tall, intimidating bombshell. though she loved it - it was something she craved, as bad as that sounded. she liked fear, she could control it, turn it into something. she could manipulate their emotions based on how much they feared her and her family.

"hello, you must be the new student!" the woman at the front desk asked, looking up to see vivienne staring at her in distaste. vivienne didn't mean to come off exactly like that, but she was bad at expressing any emotion. and sometimes the looks she gave were maybe a little too harsh to those who try to be nice. though vivienne hummed in agreement, before watching the woman give her papers.

"these are your classes, locker number, and a map of the school, the star is the office, and this is your locker," the woman said, circling a spot in red pen. before handing the papers to vivienne, who nodded in her direction as thanks before walking out and to her first class. which happened to be literature. she was already late, taking her time walking. Observing the school, the hallways were mostly clear.

As she walked into the classroom, students looked up to Vivienne, she was already ten minutes late.

"you must be vivienne! Please introduce yourself, and maybe state a fact about you?" the blonde-haired teacher asks, and vivienne hums in agreement.

"I'm vivienne zhvikov, I'm originally from st. petersburg russia and I can speak four languages fluently, some more than others" she said, looking around the room trying to find an empty spot in the busy class. Which happened to be next to a boy with spikey black hair and tight black clothing.

"please sit next to bill, bill raise your hand" the teacher asked, and the boy Vivienne looked at made eye contact with her and raised his hand smiling. vivienne stalked her way over, looking at the boy in front of her seat partner. he looked like him, though his hair was blonde and in dreads. he wore a shirt and pants, as she passed she saw him look her up and down before smirking. she rolled her eyes, before sitting next to bill. she felt him look at her, but she kept his eyes solely on the teacher. though she was teaching things vivienne already knew which made it very uninteresting.

soon the teacher, who vivienne learned name is ms. müller dismissed the class for freetime. and soon the boy next to her and in front of her turned to her. curiosity swimming in their eyes.

"hi" bill said to the girl he knew was clearly trying to ignore everyone around her.

"hi" she mumbled back, bills eyebrow rose slightly surprised that the intimidating girl answered him.

"i'm bill and this is my brother tom" he said gesturing to the boy in front of him

"hello" she said blankly not knowing how to respond to what he said. Vivienne also struggled with talking to people, either she talked too much or too little. never in between and she learned people liked the ladder.

"what languages do you speak? you said you speak four! that's a lot" bill asked, he's never met anyone to know anything other than german and english.

"german, russian, english, and spanish" she replied, looking at the boys intently.

"you should help us with english, we're learning it" tom butted in, before getting a harsh glare from his brother.

"no" is all vivienne said before getting up and grabbing her backpack walking out the door as the bell rung right as she walked out. she walked to her locker, putting her literature books inside before heading to the cafeteria. which seemed everyone ran to as once again, she was left in the empty hallways. as she walked into the room, she was met again with the siblings staring at her. she rolled her eyes and puffed her cheeks out while looking at the seemingly disgusting lunch. she stole an apple off bills plate who was about to pay, before leaving and heading into the music room.