I'm in love with my own book oml time to spam update this book.

If you haven't checked out my other books, gtfo. I suggest Shadow Singer and Rewind. Fire Locks is pretty lit too fam waddup yo diggity dog. 

Ethelia's pov

I've never been one to sped hours and hours getting ready. If I was actually invested in my career as a ninja, I would have told them to give me five minutes and sped my way through my morning routines. However, I don't want to be a ninja. Because I don't want to kill people, and I don't want to work out. Mostly the working out thing though. I already hate people, so the killing thing actually isn't that big of a deal. 

I shaved quickly, because ain't nobody wanna look at my hairy ass legs. I'm wondering how they're going to train me when my only talents are eating, sleeping and floating. And the floating part isn't really a talent either seeing as I can't control it. I can make some mean french toast too, so I guess that's something. If all else fails, I can become a chef. One that specializes in chicken wings and breakfast foods. 

"Ethelia?" I froze, slowly turning to look at my groggy father. He was squinting at me as though he didn't quite believe what he was seeing. And I don't blame him either. Usually when he wakes up I'm still in pajamas, half-asleep and looking dead. And yet here we are, me in spandex bottoms and a t-shirt that isn't hella baggy. It's only slightly baggy. And, I didn't even have to shave above the knee today. That's probably the only good thing that's happened so far.

"What're you doing?" He yawned. "I'm... going on a run." I blurted out, nearly slapping myself. A run?! Is that really the best I could come up with? I've failed myself, and my non-existent legion of other socially-awkward and anxious teens. "A... run?" I raised an eyebrow. "I'm getting fat?" I tried, shrugging. He nodded slowly.

"Do you feel alright?" He asked. "No, I think I'm coming down with something." I sighed. Lying to my dad? I just don't want him to have a heart attack or something. "I thought so. I'll see if we can schedule you an appointment this week." He suddenly looked ten times happier than before. Probably because we can actually afford a doctor now. "Sounds good to me." I gave a thumbs up and a tight smile. He grinned back, giving a thumbs up of his own.

"I'm going to go back to sleep." He said happily. "You have fun with that, dad." I finished tying my shoe. Today my socks are mismatched, just like they are everyday. I wonder if Kakashi will comment on it. Hopefully he says something that will allow me to counter and insult his pride or his dick. Which are basically the same thing by the way, if you were wondering. "Alright." My dad said to himself in an accomplished tone, turning and disappearing back into the hall. I let out a breath. That was a close one.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I have to become a ninja, and I will whether I'm good at it or not. I'm clumsy, and I don't know much, but they are going to train me until I'm some what acceptable. My dad thinks becoming a ninja is like signing your own death warrant. I sort of agree, but I also don't. Yes, it's dangerous, but it's not like you're going in with a plan to end up dead. Either way, he didn't want me to become a ninja under any circumstances, and I was okay with that. So how will he take it when I have to tell him? When it becomes so apparent that I can't hide it anymore?

I don't know what's going to hurt him worse, the fact that I signed over my life to the village, or the fact that I lied. 

"All this thinking is making my head hurt." I muttered, standing up. I need food. I always need food. It makes things ten times better. Sometimes my dad or Jacob can actually coax me out of the house willingly with the promise of food. It's shocking, I know, but I really like eating good shit. I don't know anyone who doesn't! Except maybe those calorie-obsessed girls in my class.

I passed my father's room quietly. The man sleeps like a bear, but I don't want to risk it. He still works nights, so I definitely want him to get as much shut-eye as possible. "Food-y, food, food. I love you." I sung quietly to myself as I pulled out a cup of that instant mashed potato stuff. It's actually really filling for something so small. The butter ones are really good too, and cheap. Like instant ramen. We ran out of that a while back... I'll leave a note for dad to tell him I'm going to the store later. That way he won't have to worry about it.

I made my food quickly. Minato and his team would be back any minute now, and I didn't want them to ring the doorbell again. It'll be better if I wait for them on the porch. Under no circumstances can my dad know what I'm doing. Or maybe he should find out while he's still in a good mood... no, then he might go to the Hokage and try to stop it. I don't want him to get arrested for harassment. It's better if he finds out after it's too late.

"I wonder where I'm going to wear my headband when I get it. Do I have to wear it on my forehead, because that'd really suck. I wonder if I can wear it around my neck. I'm used to wearing scarves anyway." I mumbled as I shoveled food in my mouth. I was trying to be chill, but I could still feel my nerves buzzing. It was driving me absolutely insane. I was so jittery, much more jittery than I ever am in the mornings.

I shook my head. I just need to stay calm and not blow anything up. It's our first day, so I'm sure whatever we're doing won't be life-threatening. I wore work out clothes. I'm prepared. I sort of know what to expect because we studied ninja. But we never saw any in action. I know they all have different elements. What's my element? What if I don't have one? Does everyone get one? What if I don't get the one I'm supposed to have?

The doorbell rang.

God-fucking-dammit.