Despite the importance of the day, when it was time for Momo to wake up and get ready for the day, she wasn't very eager to part with her blankets. It took some time and quite a bit of effort on her part to finally roll out of bed, and even then she ended up laying on the cool wooden floor and falling asleep in the middle of her room. It wasn't until her father strode into the room, hefted Momo up over one shoulder and carried her out to the kitchen for breakfast, did she realize there was no more time for her to sleep. 

Kicking and yelling, Momo was carried to the kitchen table and haphazardly tossed onto a chair, her father not saying anything until she complained about his treatment of her.

[color=pink]"So violent! Is that any way to treat your little girl?"[/color] she mumbled, running a hand through her hair.

[b]"How else was I supposed to get you to the table?"[/b] her father asked, shaking his head as he's started to eat the food on his plate.

[color=pink]"You should have let me sleep!"[/color] she whined, grabbing a piece of ham and nibbling on it.

[b]"Do you not remember what today is?"[/b] he asked, raising  brow. Momo sighed at this and rubbed her eyes. 

[color=pink]"Of course I do. It's why I couldn't sleep last night. I'm so nervous..."[/color]

Her dad was about to speak, but paused when the voice of a woman came from behind Momo. 

[b]"Now now dear, you've nothing to worry about."[/b]

Momo turned her head to look behind her, seeing her mother slowly approaching the table in her wheelchair. Both Momo and her father stood from their seats, ready to help the sickly woman push herself forward, but the knowing woman rose a hand to stop them and continued to the table on her own. She moved her wheelchair right up to the table next to Momo's seat and pulled over the plate of food that was waiting for her.

[color=pink]"Mornin' mother. How're you feeling?"[/color] 

[b]"Nevermind me, Momo. What is this I hear about you being nervous?"[/b] the woman asked, giving a smile to her husband across the table. He returned it with a smirk of his own and continued on eating.

[color=pink]"Well, I just... I'm getting assigned my team today and really don't know who to expect. I'm worried I might get crappy teammates who are idiots and will be a total pain. I want teammates who are strong and reliable... but... what if they are and then I become the one who's a total pain? What if my sensei is crazy? What if they don't think I'm good enough? What if-"[/color]

[b]"Now now dear, as I said before, you have no need to worry. Whatever happens was meant to happen and you'll handle it like you've always done."[/b]

[color=pink]"Horribly?"[/color]

[b]"To the best of your ability."[/b] he father chimed in. [b]"You've trained hard to get where you are. You're ready for this next step. You get a chance to see more of the world and learn from someone much younger than your mom and I. It'll be a great experience for you."[/b] he said .

[color=pink]"You think so?"[/color]

[b]"We know so."[/b] he mother said, patting her back. [b]"Now. Unless you want to be late, I suggest you finish eating and get going."[/b]

[color=pink]"Okay."[/color]

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Later that day, Momo sat in the classroom amongst the handful of students graduating at the same time as her. She wasn't really listening to the instructor as he was talking, rather, she stared out the open window with her chin resting on one palm and a kunai twirling around the finger of her other hand. She wasn't lost in thought, just so focused on the scenery outside the window, that Momo had drowned out the sounds of the room. She did this sometimes to calm her nerves, and it usually worked, because as she had been sitting around waiting for her name to be called, everyone who she knew had been assigned to different squads. 

Momo only had a few friends, but no enemies thankfully. She was hoping to get assigned to teams with perhaps one of them, but as they were called one by one and given teammates, her hopes were crushed as she was left with only people she didn't know. Her blue eyes flickered from the window to the instructor as she heard her name being called, and was disappointed to hear he had simply wanted her to put the kunai away before someone got hurt. As if she didn't know how to handle the weapon. With a roll of her eyes, she sheathed the blade and went back to gazing out the window, though this time she had her ears focused on the class.