Im 12 ALMOST 13, I wrote this so far. Is it any good?

PREFACE
There she laid, in the cold bitter meadow where the wind beat against her soft pale skin. If dying in place for a loved one was the way to her death bed, it satisfied her. The young girl’s visage was completely ghost like, light as ever, with slightly purple lips that blended into her torn shirt. Her eyes closed without effort and, her mouth opened enough to get the last bit of air she only wished to have. The snow fell on her body, like feathers falling from the sky. Why was she the victim of her mother addiction? Couldn’t somebody other than her take the pain? Did she know that if she didn’t open her mouth that she would never be… here, where she laid, in agony? There, the dark clothed man pulled the trigger.

CHAPTER ONE
Three sudden knocks tapped on the door, the only thing I dreaded the most about the weekends. Sunday morning was here, “this is going to be fun “I said sarcastically in my head. Mom slowly opened the door, just enough so I heard her soft voice. “Adela, It’s time to get up” She said in her beautiful voice. I shrugged and threw off my covers, and trudged to the bathroom where I began my day. I turned on the shower faucet to the warm setting, stripped off my clothes and hopped into the shower. I slowly lathered some shampoo into my long wavy hair, and washed out the foam seconds later. I sat in the shower thinking of a good excuse to not go to Sunday school, one popped into my head… it was brilliant! I couldn’t believe I never used this before. I kept repeating it several times in my head so I could not forget this, it sang in my head over and over again. Once I was done with that, I turned off the water and patted myself dry, and walked out. I wrapped my towel around me, and started heading to my room. When I got into my room I locked my door, and picked out a nice pair of tight jeans and my favorite purple tank top. I looked into my vanity and played with my wet hair till it seemed to be in the right place. I quickly drew a bold line along my eyes with my eyeliner. I went to my closet, found my best pair of flip flops, and ran down the stairs. “Hun, you don’t plan on leaving on an empty stomach do you?” My dad hesitated. I knew my dad was going to annoy me about this till I eat, so I placed a waffle in the toaster and looked in the cabinet for a paper plate and some maple syrup. Waiting for my waffle to cook, I found my nice sweater and slipped it on. My parents left the house, and waited for me in the car. All I hear is a loud pop and it felt like my heart skipped a beat, but it was just the toaster. I ran over to the toaster grabbed the waffle and tossed it onto the plate, and then I squeezed some syrup on the side and grabbed a plastic fork and knife. Quickly running to the car with my waffle, I realized I left my phone on the charger. So I run inside the house set my plate on the counter climb up the stairs to my room and snatched my phone and left. I jogged in my same path picked up my breakfast walked out to the car, and climbed inside the tall SUV. My mom and dad both looked back at me, “what?” I said with a smirk. They stared at each other and looked away while my dad pulled out of the drive way. A few seconds later my mom looked at again “Why are you wearing a sweater darling, its warm out?” “I thought my tank top revealed too much” I said with an attitude. We pulled into the coffee shop like always, and of course I just ordered my regular black coffee while my parents order some fancy named drink. Me, mom, and dad all surrounded a tiny table and pulled out our chairs and sat down. While I was sipping my coffee, I was thinking of my excuse and this is where it came in handy. I laid my head down on the cold table and cleared all my thoughts and focused on my excuse. Knowing mom with her anxiety she will investigate. “Babe, are you okay?” Mom whispered in the silence. “Mom I don’t want to go to church, I feel alone or out casted” “Well, if you want to go to heaven, I suggest you to go to church at every opportunity” They both didn’t know my secret that I guarded with all my heart, that I don’t worship a god, I am a full blooded atheist. Without mentioning that, I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the dark coffee. Minutes fly by without one word, so I tried to lighten the mood and got up and dumped my half full coffee into the filled trash bin. “Are we going to get this show on the road?!” “Yes dear, just wait a second.” Mom and Dad both got up and left headed for the door with their warm coffee in their hands. When we approached the door, a man in a black suit opened the door. He looked beat up, scratches on his face and light blue eyes, just like a wolf. They pierced at me, when we walked by. Dad’s visage was completely puzzled, stunned, or surprised; I couldn’t really make out his expression. Mom on the other hand looked disappointed, her head faced the floor like she did something wr
Well I thought about the line in the preface, and I changed it around.

“If dying for her mothers mistake was her last memory, then it satisfied her”

The wolf thing I didn’t do on purpose. The man actually is describing my best guy friends. His eyes are genuine.

Sorry for spelling errors.