A first draft of the first paragraph

A Story by hitthefan

just want some feedback on this thing i wrote, it's not finished (obviously) and i don't even know where I'm going with it, but I'll try to write some more and post that here as well

Today was a gray day. A very gray day. Like the earth had decided to not leave bed this morning and had covered itself in a big gray blanket, trying to ignore the light shining through. I was sitting at the table. Only my step-dad and two little brothers were present for dinner. It was remarkably quiet as we ate our cold, slippery pasta and ranch soiled salad. The wall I was facing had big floor-to-roof windows so we could fully enjoy the view. Big off-white apartment blocks with closed curtains in every window. Tall yellow construction cranes looming behind them. Everything, of course, brought together by a never-ending dark gray canvas. The environment I found myself in would bore the average child to death. I guess I’m not the average child. With my guts filled up I leaned back in the tiny foldable chair and stretched my fingertips all the way out behind me. A confused glare was facing me from the little ranch soiled boy next to me. For a quick second I considered my option. Normally I’d give a hard stare of superiority back, but this wasn’t the day.