The Lost Soldier

This Girl Is On Fire!

I woke up to my alarm screaming Fire by BTS, this is my absolute favorite song but if it continued to wake me up like this, we are gonna have a problem. I finally relented and got up, I paired a My Chemical Romance band shirt and black skinny jeans with white Chucks. I walked in the bathroom and pulled my long honey brown ombré into a messy bun and ran downstairs. I kissed my mom on the cheek as I passed her "sorry I didn't call last night." I said looking at my mother a very petite woman even after having three kids, she wore her graying black hair in a bob that all mothers get. She was dressed in a plum peplum top with gray slacks, Xavier Hwa Young was always dressed snazzy even when she was raising us, even though my father was still alive through Mika's childhood and both of Archer's and mine as well, dad was always deployed somewhere, so she was practically a single mother with three kids. She has always been a 'tough as nails' woman and I admire her for that, I could see her as she was raising us and going for brunch like; oh I got baby spit up on me? I call it mom chic *mic drop*. My mom's parents came to the U.S. from South Korea when she was just a baby, my mom grew up here in L.A. and she met my dad in High School. The rest is history, my mom and dad had Mika just as dad enlisted, and then a year later two twins came along aka Archer and I. Mika looks like my dad with my mom's black hair and dark eyes and Archer and I look like my mother with my dad's hair and his gray-green eyes. My phone pinged pulling me out of my day dream I checked the screen and there lay a text from Beckett:

From Bucket 🛢 7:30 - I'm outside hurry up.

To 🛢 7:31 - k b there in a sec.

"Saranghaeyo" I said dropping a kiss on my mom's forehead. She rested her head against my torso "I love you to my baby." I smiled and released her I walked to the stairs "COME ON PRETTY BOI!" I yelled up the stairs "STOP PRIMPING!" I heard a muffled shut up plus a I'm coming and my brother Archer, who was 20 seconds older than me by the way, came sauntering down the stairs his brown curls messy. "Are we taking the bus?" He asked sleepily pushing the mop of hair away from his eyes. "No" I responded "Beckett is picking us up." That snapped Archer out of his stupor "Bucket is back?!" I nodded looking at him "you didn't know?" Archer shook his head and gave me the evilest of grins "you know what this means right?" He started clearing his throat. "Archer I swear to g-" I started. He interrupted me with a nasally "Bucket and Areumie sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G" I groaned "what are you five?!" I complained chucking the nearest solid object at him, which happened to be the our television remote ladies and gents, which means I, Areum Xavier am in Gordon Ramsey language: a stupid donkey.

From 🛢 7:54 - Ur gonna b late

To 🛢 7:56 - hold on, I'm trying 2 get the turtle out.

"Archer why do you have to be so slow, come on!" I urged him, I mostly wanted to get out of there before mom found out I had smashed yet another remote. I jogged out of the house and waved to Beckett in the drive way. He was leaned up against Edna messing with his phone, but as he saw me he dropped his phone in his pocket and held his arms out to me. I grinned and sprinted to him and he picked me up in a hug that spun me around, I laughed and hugged him back as he sat me back on the ground. I looked up at him he looked different gone were his long sleeve shirts that read 'Bazinga' and his glasses were gone as well. I wonder when Beckett finally got the balls to stick his finger into his eyes, he was such a baby before. "Bucket!" I heard my brother Archer squeal, yes he freakin squealed. Beckett winced at the nickname and pulled him in for a bro hug and mussed his hair "how have you been A?" Bucket chuckled and my jaw dropped if I had done that Archer would have me in a headlock by now. " Come on you two, we gotta go if you're gonna make it before the warning bell.
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Newsflash we didn't. When Beckett dropped us off at the front the warning bell had just rang, Arch and I ran into the school, walked past the principal's office and continued to sprint down the hallway. We quickly swung into the Chemistry room where Ms. Jensen stood with her arms crossed "thank you for gracing us with your presence Areum and Archer." She said looking annoyed, but Archer being the smart ass that he is had to make a comeback "of course! We are your morning entertainment after all." He said giving her a mock bow. Well if she wasn't pissed before she definitely is now, "sit. Down." I shoved Archer towards our table "good job asshat" I grumbled. Conveniently Archer and I happened to be lab partners. After what felt like hours of Ms. Jensen droning on and on about the periodic table and lab safety, we finally got to do experiments. Archer and I had the pleasure of trying to make a toilet cleaner, so Ms. Jensen stood at our table, she explained the items we would need and how much we would put in the beaker. We began mixing the appropriate chemicals together when Archer gave me an evil grin "Archer don-" I tried but I was too late I watched in horror as he poured in sulfuric acid. Suddenly a fireball erupted out of our test tube and hit Ms. Jensen square in the face, I got up and ran to the fire extinguisher and sprayed her face. Jensen stood there looking like a seriously pissed off melted snow cone with her eyebrows smoking. The fire ball burned off Ms. Jensen's eyebrows, my eyes widened and Archer's mouth flopped open in shock. Ms. Jensen's face slowly turned fire hydrant red, and the smoke from her eyebrows made it look like her head was steaming. She glared at us, I got up and started walking towards the door before she even said anything. "Xaviers! Office now!" She growled through clenched teeth.