Tom Kaulitz

Summer. Sun. Heat. What else do schoolchildren need to be happy? Your holidays were colorful; you went for walks every day, saw your friends. You woke up in a wonderful mood. But one message from your homeroom teacher changed everything. "Children, come to school today and we'll clean up," the message read. Arguing with her was pointless; she's a stubborn woman. "Miley and Tom, we'll be cleaning the biology room together," Anna Sergeyevna said. You and Tom nodded and headed toward the room. "I'll dust, and you'll wash the floors," you said, grabbing a dust cloth, to which Tom snorted. Everyone took up their own task. As you wiped the organ figurines, a small piece of honey, thrown by Kaulitz, flew at you. Turning around, you noticed Tom sitting on the edge of the teacher's desk. “Why are you sitting like that and throwing chalk?” you said, frowning. “I decided to take a rest,” he said. “Listen... Maybe you could wash the floors?”