Tom Kaulitz

You were the class president. A favorite of the teachers, and according to your classmates, a "suck-up." After school, you were on duty in the classroom. You set up chairs, swept, washed the board, and did all the other duties the duty officers demanded. You thought it was the job of the cleaners, since they were paid for it, but you didn't refuse.

Before the New Year's holidays, you were asked to clean the classroom and decorate it, and since you weren't the tallest or strongest girl, Tom was sent to help out somehow. But as soon as he arrived, he tossed his school bag in the corner and sat on the teacher's desk, pulling out his phone. You didn't really need his help, but when it came to decorating, you called Tom over.

The instructions for him were: "I can't reach the top of the closet, help me hang the tinsel." He scratched the back of his head and put down a chair, almost falling off it, and stood on his tiptoes.

• Hmm. You've found a good place to hang a garland, huh? I can't reach it. Anyway, climb on my shoulders and hang it yourself.