ok. . This is my first attempt at writing in a while. Hope y'all like it:
'I woke up slowly with a yawn and blinked my eyes twice. Rays of the early morning sunlight filtered through my windows. Rolling over,i picked up my phone and checked the time. "Damn!",i swore under my breath. It was almost 9 a.m. I hadn't showered,eaten,arranged my bag. . . I was gonna be late for school! I got up with a start. . . And then i remembered. It was 9 a.m alright,but i wasn't late for school. And i would never be late for school,ever again,because 3 weeks before i'd officially finished secondary school. I settled back into bed with a grin. Being an ex-student(Gawd,how i loved that word)had a lot of benefits,as i'd soon discovered. For one thing,i didn't have to get up at 6 in the morning every friggin day. No more rushed baths or half-eaten breakfasts or unlaced shoes for me. I was freee! Six years of bondage-Over! 'Yippee!',i felt like yelling. For another thing,i didn't have to get to school extra early to carry out my prefect duties-i'd been the assistant headgirl(not that i was very dilligent about it,but still). Looking back,i thought,the best thing about being a prefect was that i had the power to torment junior students-having them flogged by the R.S.M,kneeling them down,asking them to crawl(on their knees) or my personal favorite-asking them to wash toilets! I didn't think i had been particularly harsh;after all,when i'd been a junior i'd been punished relentlessly(something to do with the fact that i was very stubborn),and the juniors i'd tormrnted would no doubt do the same to other students when they became seniors. It was the circle of life. Another benefit to being an ex-student was that i no longer had to hop buses all day,going to and from school. I dunno what you've heard about transportation in Lagos,but take it from me-Danfo buses are murder. And the conductors? It was like they were all high on something every blessed da. I was definitely not going to miss seeing their red-eyed,scruffy faces every morning. Al that was over. Secondary school was over.
As much as that filled me with joy,i found myself feeling oddly bereft. A part of my life was over,and no matter how much i flatly denied it,i realized that i was going to miss it. I would miss the hustle and bustle of transit in Lagos(and the joys of honing my acerbic skills on unsuspecting,and prolly illiterate conductors). I would miss hanging out with my friends. I would miss the only class i'd ever love-Literature. And i would miss my Literature teacher-Mrs. Kalejaiye. I would miss being on the school's editorial board(as a student editor). I would miss punishing students suring assembly. I would miss everything. Suddenly my phone rang and jolted me out of my nostalgic thoughts. "Hello?",i asked,picking up the call without checking caller I.D-force of habit. "It's me",replied my friend,I.K. I cleared my throat twice,my voice still somewhat scratchy from sleep. "S'up dearie?",i asked. (Don't get any idead because i called him dearie. I call everone dearie,or sweetie or whatever. It didn't mean anything). "Nothin much. Just checkin up on you. When's your post-ume?",he asked. Did i mention i'd written Jamb earlier that year? Well i had,and i did extremely well,as it turned out. Looked like Jamb wasn't as difficult as everyone had made it out to be. "23rd of July",i replied. "So when are you leaving?",he asked. "I'll prolly go to Benin on the 20th or the 21st. I'm not sure yet",i replied. "Let's hook up tommorrow or on thursday. I wanna see you before you leave". "You think Esther'll be okay with that?",i asked,refering to his on and off girlfriend. "Esther and i are over",he replied. "You and Esther have been 'over' like ten times in the last 2 months",i pointed out dryly. "This time it's for real". "Rii-ght",i said with a chuckle. Like i hadn't heard that before. Esther and I.k got back together as often as they broke up,and everytime they insisted it was the real deal,they somehow managed to find their way back to each other. "I just need to talk to you",he said,his voice tinged with a desperation i hadn't heard before. "Okay",i said,more serioisly. We talked for a little longer,sorting out the time and venue. "See you then. Bye Ivy",he said. "Bye",i replied and ended the call,my brow furrowed in worry. Something was definitely up with I.K,i just had to figure out what it was. I yawned again as i swung my legs off the bed and sat up. 'It couldn't be because of Esther',i told myself. Afterall,they broke up and got back together pretty much every week. It couldn't be school-because like me,I.k was through with sec. school. It couldn't be the stress of getting into uni,because I.K had written Jamb,done well and was waiting for his post-ume. Besides,he was never the worrying type. So what was it? 'Well',i thought to myself;'this is just another case to be solved by Ivy Idiaghe,agony aunt extraordinaire'. Yup. That was me,Ivy Idiaghe. Well,not exactly Ivy;my given names were Ivie Sandra(blech!) Idiaghe,but everyone pretty much called me Ivy or just Vee. I ran a hand through my hair(which took me like 2 seconds since my hair was cut short). Since i finished school,my mom hadn't woken me up with a slap on my behind(she had real funny ideas as to when a child should wake up;bright and early so the said chils could do his/her chorea and all that-and i was a late riser)but still,i wasn't gonna push my luck. With another yawn i got up and went to the parlor. It was going to be one of those days-i could feel it.

It is not bad. But you must love writing if you really want to get the best out from your heart, soul and spirit.

Give it your best words. Deep words.

, good story but hurriedly written, work more on the paragraphing and check for typos. cheers

This is no where near the first and I know you can do better.