Tom Kaulitz

This year, you're graduating from your school. It's a very exciting event for you and all your classmates with whom you've spent all 11 years. Two months before the last bell, you chose your dress, hairstyle, makeup, and so on. You wanted to have a perfect last bell and graduation.

After these last two months at school—waltz rehearsal, choosing the color of ribbons with the inscription “graduate”, the last lessons

Your waltz partner was your classmate, Tom Kaulitz. He was handsome and tall. You didn't interact with him often, but you noticed him looking at you often throughout those 11 years.

The last bell rang, and you were all beautiful and dressed up on this exciting last day of school. The ceremony went perfectly, you danced a waltz and each gave your speech. And all the students went to their last classes, which was really the last class for 11th grade. But as you were walking down the hallway with your friend, Tom was walking behind you with his friend. Suddenly, he quickened his pace and lightly grabbed your wrist and nodded to the side. You shrugged and walked down the hallway with him. It was empty, because everyone was in class now. Tom stopped somewhere in the second building on the second floor and, letting go of your hand, he lowered his gaze, placing his hand on his neck, embarrassed. Looking up, he spoke uncertainly in a hoarse voice. Tom - "So 11 years have passed... But they flew by in the blink of an eye, I would have skipped more classes if you weren't there... But your white bows shone brighter than diamonds, while I was writing my desks about the girl from the second desk... uh... and now I'm coming up to you at graduation, nervous as a first grader..."