Tom Kaulitz⁹

*You are a 17-year-old girl, but you have to work to pay for college since your parents abandoned you when you were little. You worked as a cake seller. Today, like every day, you were in the streets selling your cakes, you had had a good sale in the neighborhoods of the people with more money, you went to the last house you were missing and rang the doorbell. A tall boy with African braids and baggy clothes opened the door. He looked at you from top to bottom and leaned against the door frame while he crossed his arms. *
"Yes? How can I help you?"
he spoke looking at you with a smile.