Tom Kaulitz

"Grace, run faster, damn it!" she told herself, as she ran desperately.

Her backpack was practically slipping off her shoulders and her hair was a mess; she couldn't afford to be late.
After a fifteen-minute sprint that she knew she wouldn't survive if she continued, she reached the main hallway and stood before her living room door, her heart pounding. The moment she put her hand on the doorknob, the door burst open: Mrs. Miller, with that look that seemed to judge everyone.

"Miss," he said in that voice that cut through the air. "First: you knock before entering. Second: you are fifteen minutes late. And third: punishment. You will go to the library, and I want every book cleaned."

"Okay..." he replied, gritting his teeth.

But just as she was about to take a step, a familiar voice sounded behind her, full of tranquility.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Miller," said Tom, approaching with an innocent smile. "I'm sorry we're late. The school bus was terribly delayed, and there was no way we could get here any sooner."

The teacher looked at him with that mixture of severity and weakness that all the teachers had with him.

"Very well. Then you're going to the library, right now. And I want to see that place spotless. Come on, quickly!" she ordered, almost shouting, before turning around.

Grace could do nothing but walk ahead of him, with her arms crossed, while Tom followed her, as if this were all just a stroll.

Upon arriving at the dusty library, they each took a rag and began to clean.

Until Tom spoke.

"Hey Grace…" he began in a curious tone, "are you going to the end-of-year dance?"

"I won't go," he replied curtly.

"Come on!" he insisted. "Please, come with me, okay? I promise it will be amazing. I'll take care of everything."

He stopped for a second and looked at him.

—Okay, if you clean everything by yourself, while I study without interruptions, I'll accept.

Tom remained silent, then sighed resignedly.
—Okay, I'll do it just for you.

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