Is this story good enough? Does it show any promise of me becoming a future writer?

Im 13and hav alot of interst in writing.Sampleof how I write:

"Open your textbooks to page 361." Came the sharp voice of the teacher. I had no trouble in finding the page, it helps when you have practically learned the textbook by heart.

I watched as people shuffled the pages of their physics book, chattering in low murmurs about how boring the class was. It was the last class of the day and most of them were very restless. I couldn't help frowning at them. I didn't understand how people found learning about physics boring. It was probably one of the most interesting subjects a school could ever offer us.

I heard a little snore beside me. I rolled my eyes as I turned my head to my best friend, Justin Rivers, sleeping on the table next to mine.

"Get up, Justin!" I said, shoving him slightly. "You're drooling all over the table."

Justin got up with a startle, knocking his chair down with a bang. He stared around at the class, breathing hard, like we were some sort of aliens.

"Mr. Rivers, may I ask you what you are doing?" Snapped Mrs. Figall , the dark, thinly made teacher. Justin rubbed his eyes and finally started to recognise his surroundings.

"Sleeping." Justin answered with a small smile causing the class to burst out laughing.

"Well, you may as well continue it, we'll be having you study in detention." Mrs. Figall said coldly.

Justin's smile vanished. "You can't do that! I just caught a wink! I have a basketball match today." He protested. But Mrs. Figall wasn't listening anymore. "Onto page 361. Everyone!" She said sharply, turning to the blackboard.

"Smart move, hero." I sneered as Justin slumped into his seat. "It was your fault, man. You shouldn't have woken me up." He grumbled, yawning.

"Shut up for a while, will you? I'm trying to concentrate on what Mrs. Figall is telling." I whispered harshly.

"You're such a bore sometimes. I'm going back to sleep." He yawned, laying his head on the desk. I shook my head, exasperated, and turned to the blackboard.

I never actually understood how the two of us became best friends. There was nothing common in us beside our ages. We both were 16. Otherwise, he and I were two opposite poles.

Let's put our descriptions in a fan girl sort of way.

If you ask a girl about Justin, her response would be "Omg! Justin is soo hot. Omg, his hair is blonde and his eyes are bluee! Just like a model, omg! I think I'm in love with him. I love the way he acts soo arrogantly and badass. And his jokes are hilarious! Omigosh, and his smilee!! Eeep!! I'm going to faint just thinking about him!"(P.S I'm sorry for all that omging but that's just how fan girls speak.)

And if you ask her about me "Who? Oh, that nerd that hangs out with Justin? He's alright, I guess. Talks very less and is boring, truthfully saying. He's very plain looking too. Brown or blonde hair, I don't know, and green eyes, I guess and he wears specs. Sorry, I don't notice him much. He's too busy talking about how vegetables consist of citric acid or something."

Yes, so that about sums us up, though it was pretty immature of the girl to call me a nerd. Kids these days, really.

Class got over much sooner than I would have liked and the next thing I knew, I was walking home with my other best friend, Lloyd while Justin served his one hour detention.

Lloyd was, unlike Justin, much more mature and understanding. He was a Russian from a fairly rich family, with blonde hair, grey eyes, an impossibility long nose and a rather bad temper sometimes. I'd once heard a girl describe his bad temper as 'hot'. (Well, I'd just like to see if she still says that if he karate throw her all the way across the room.)

I still remembered the day when Justin and I first met him. It was in fifth grade and Lloyd was a new kid in the school. Justin, being the idiot that he was, got into a fight with him. What he didn't know was that Lloyd was a karate blue belt at that time (he's a black belt now) and Justin ended up with his arm fractured.

After that unfortunate incident, the three of us, weirdly, grew to be best friends. "Justin's in detention again, isn't he?" Lloyd enquired as we walked.

"When isn't he?" Sarcasm laced my voice.

"Hey, I need you to help me with a project I've got. Something about enterpi or something." He said, his eyebrows knitting into a frown. Science wasn't one of his strong subjects.

"Its entropy." I corrected him. "And yeah, sure. I'm free anyway. Hey, isn't that Bonnie?" I asked, spotting a brunette running in our direction, smiling and waving.

"Ah, yes." Lloyd affirmed and his face lit up.

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So what do you think of this? Does shows any promise?