Reach is an original story that I started writing. (I hope that was obvious). I only have a little bit of the first chapter written, but I would like some people to give me their opinion.
I know that you can't find any plot in it yet, but I know that... it's only a tiny bit of a huge whole!
I would be very happy if you could tell me what you gather about the main character so that I can see if what I wrote was infered the way it was intended.


Reach:

Everything began to sink in when my gaze fixed itself upon what was before me. It was difficult to surpress my tears while my eyes passed from the minister, to the throng of people, then to an empy grave, and finally to my mother's casket. I watched with glazed eyes as my mother was lowered into her eternal resting place. I hadn't even told her good-bye.

My grandmother took my hand in hers, rubbing its top with her palm. I wanted to pull away, but decided against it. I felt a soft tug on the sleeve of my shirt. Sighing, I looked down at my sister, Alana, whose eyes were brimming with tears.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed as though my mother's funeral had come and gone, unlike countless others I had attended that had seem endless. I was home now, with no recolection of how I had arrived. Every room in my faimily's small abode was packed tight with people; it made me feel claustrophobic. My palms were sweating, my face was hot and pulsating, and my ears were ringing. I had to find a place away from all of this insanity, and fast.

For a moment I thought of all my possible escape routes. The front door? Too obvious. The bathroom window? Stuck. The backdoor? Again, too obvious. I guess there aren't as many ways out of this house as I had hoped.

The sun outside was setting as I sank down into an unoccupied chair at the kitchen table. I sighed, still pondering any and all of my possible options. Backdoor it is. I told myself, while quietly rising from my seat and inching towards the door.

I reached for the door knob, but as I pulled it open, I sensed a presence behind me. I spun around to find my grandmother looking at me.

"Hi, Granny." I smiled while nervously scratching the back of my head.

"Where are you going?" she questioned curiously.

"Nowhere," I told her, my eyes never making contact with hers.

"It sure looked like you were heading somewhere," she gestured to the half open door. A devious smile spread across her wrinkled face, "You should go,"

My eyes widened, "Huh?"

"I said, you should go. I know what it's like to lose someone." her gaze shifted to the ceiling, or rather, the heavens, "alone time always helps a healing heart. Now hurry, before someone else sees you."

(add last gesture to grandma? HOW!?)
I hesitated for a moment before gripping the knob in my hand. I pulled the door open slowly and softly closed it as I left the house, leaving everything, and everyone there behind.

Where am I even going? I questioned myself after shoving my hands into the pockets of my slacks. I knew that I couldn't just wander around aimlessly, I always ended up in some sort of trouble when I did that. The park? I asked myself. Yes, the park will do. I decided, and quickened my pace, racing against time to make it to the park before sun set.