It's cold at Moscow

The Crush

By December of that same year, Anne had become a man. Well, that was from the outside. He liked that people couldn't open his mind, like a book, and just read it. Because it was his most private place to be at, his only mind.

But by December, the challenge came.

Anne had made lots of friends, as well as discovering that his other friends -FireStone, BlackStone, RedBlueStone, Julio, James, Salvador, Cris and Maribla- were just the same people that he knew at Moscow, but hidden under secret names. 

He was much less shy now, but then we had a crush. Yes, Anne had a crush. 

And who was that crush? It was no other than Ruth Duncan. And this only Anne knew, and nobody suspected that, since Anne tried to not to talk to her. Anne looked confident, but when facing Ruth, he was just as shy as when he arrived.

It is true that Ruth was sexy, though. And people thought that and knew that. But what Anne loved about Ruth, even more than her great personality, was her long, black hair, and her dark eyes. He couldn't stop looking at her like a monkey obsessed with a banana.

But there was a conflict. The conflict was, of course, a person, more a bully, to say. His name was Johannes. He was Italian, and Anne hated him more than any war.

Johannes was an average-height man, but he was very strong, in the way that he was the best at those horrible PE classes, and that at football, his team would always win.

He would spend his free time wandering around Ruth, and telling her how strong he was, how rich he was, and how long his penis was. And this is what got Anne mad.

Then one day, when Anne was at the cantine, just finishing his tomato soup, he decided to go to Ruth's table, and just ask her how was the day.

He approached the table, still with his food plate in his hands, and said:

-H-he-hello, Ruthh... How you doin?

-Oh, hi Anne, well, I am fine, how's everything?

-Go-o-od, thanksss... I-I wanted to as-ask you to-

And Johannes came into the romantic-looking scene, and pushed Anne, and said:

-Hey yo, the fuck are you doin' talkin' to ma girl?!

-I was just...

-Shut up, idiot, nobody wants to hear your cry. C'mon babe, let's go somewhere else.

-B-but...- everyone laughed.

-Please, Johannes, don't do this, you're hurting Anne's feelings - and the thruth was that Anne felt so offended, he could break a wall.

-Shut the fuck up, bitch! -he grabbed Ruth's hairs- I said LETS GO SOMEWHERE ELSE BITCH!

People now held their breath. Anne was in between, and he didn't want to be there, like really.

-I AM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND, IS IT CLEAR? -Ruth exclaimed.

Johannes got mad, and slapped Ruth, and the kicked Anne using his leg,

Then, he looked at Ruth.

-I AM THE ONE THAT RULES THIS PLACE, UNDERSTAND? DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH? IF I WANT YOU TO BE MY BITCH, THEN YOU- Anne interrupted.

-Stop. I've had enough. And ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Anne lifted his body as fast as possible, and in a blitz-attack, he punched Johannes right in the face, just before he could slap Ruth.

In that moment, Anne felt like in Heaven. He had done what he was supposed to. He felt good, and happy.

But that feeling lasted just a second or so, because then, a big knee went just right into Anne's face, who lost consciousness.

The next morning, he woke up in the hospital, sector 105. He felt dead. He had white clothes on, and just at the right of his bed, there was a beautiful girl, saying his name.

-Anne? Oh, my Glob, you are alive! You survived the bullet that day in September, and now you get beaten up by the strongest boy in the section, and you are still alive! - she looked happy of watching Anne move again.

-Thank you, Ruth, thank you. You have supported me a lot through these months, I really appreciate this.

-I think, that you are really the chosen one, Anne. 

-Who is the chosen one? What are you-?

-Anne, I think that you are the WhiteStonne.