First Day Flutters Intro.

    (Y/n) groaned, slipping out of her warm and inviting bed to the humid air of her room. Each step away from her bed made her want to turn around and go back. Today was the first day of school after all. She trudged to the bathroom and quickly showered. (Y/n) got dressed in a simple outfit. Quickly brushing her teeth and neatening up her hair, she walked downstairs.  After shrugging her backpack on her shoulder she took off to school, too busy to worry about breakfast or anything.
    (Y/n) was zoning out, still exhausted. The walk to school might have been short, but for a young girl in the morning, it still sucked. Not to mention, she was going to be doing this EVERY Monday through Friday. The fact that she didn't get enough sleep for the first day wasn't helping either. All night she was on pesterchum talking to her best friend. The minute she reached the doors to her school school a pair of hands wrapped around her and covered her eyes. Although she could still detect a certain scent, the same scent that always enveloped her best friend. But, what was it?