Chapter 11

Marcia Kim - Yeoman (pronounced "Yowman")


I am Marcia Kim. I have chosen Yeoman for my code name. I'm not sure what it means, it was the name of a character in a book I like. Joseph and Nathaniel Bluto needed some time to work out our first move, which would be in about a week. In the meantime, the rest of us went to school as usual. My last class was English. Tyrone was in the class with me. I kept looking over the couple of rows between us at him, because the class was so boring I couldn't pay attention. At least that was what I kept telling myself. The truth was, I was fascinated by him, fixated. I sat, looking at him. He appeared to be listening intently to the teacher ramble on about something, and every so often he would write something down on a piece of paper. His eyes wandered around a second, then landed on me. He looked over at me. It was too late for me to look away. He smiled, his teeth framed by freckles and bright red hair above a red, orange, and yellow tie-dyed shirt. Everything about him seemed to constantly be on fire. He held up his piece of paper. on it he had drawn an amazing picture of me, engulfed in flames. But it looked beautiful. Considering his personality, I considered it a compliment. After class he walked up to me,

"I hope you didn't take that picture to mean that I want you to be burned," he said.

"Not at all," I replied.

"Do you take the bus home or what?" He asked.

"Actually, I usually just walk."

"Oh...can I walk you home?" He asked, smiling shyly.

"I would be honored if you would," I said.

"It would honor me to do so," he said, a little more confident, then he got a little shy again, "would you consider it weird if a guy branded your name into his stomach...hypothetically of course..."

"well," I said, trying to hide a smile, "hypothetically, I guess it would depend on who the guy was...I mean if it were a guy who regularly did things to burn himself, I wouldn't consider it any weirder than a guy just writing my name over and over on a piece of paper...or drawing a picture of me..." he smiled,

"that's what I was hoping," he said, he pulled out a match, struck it on his teeth, and placed it on his shirt. The match burned a whole in his shirt in the exact shape of a heart, then stopped burning. I don't know how he did it, but behind the hole was revealed burn tissue, forming my name. I couldn't help but laugh,

"oh, now you're laughing at me!" He said.

"No, I'm laughing with you, because you're so cute," I said. He smiled.

A/N: yeah yeah, im a hopeless romantic, who also happens to be insane, whats it to ya? the next 6 or 7 chapters will all be characterization, getting a hold on their personalities, so just bear with me here...its going to get interesting, promise