What do you think of this little part of the first chapter of my novel?

Hi! I am a young writer and would like feedback, suggestions, critique, anything that would help me, on my work. This is a bit of the first chapter of a novel I am writing. Please don't steal - this is under copyright protection.

Ch. 1

鈥淥uch!鈥?I cried out in pain, jumping back. Leaving out razors on the bathroom counter 鈥?bad idea. Blood oozed from my ring finger, dripping down my wrist. Feeling dizzy from the rusty smell, I wadded up a sheet of toilet paper and plunged it onto my throbbing finger. I stood there, waiting for the cut to stop bleeding.

Great, I thought sourly. Just as I am getting ready for bed, I manage to slice myself with my own razor. How relaxing!

Mumbling nonsense to myself, I threw away the scarlet-stained clump of toilet paper and started to wash my wound. The slightest trickle of water made it sting, and I winced. Soap was only going to be used as a last resort. I yawned, knowing I was too tired to do this much longer.

I had always managed to hurt myself for the most ridiculous reasons. Most of the time, it was just because I had been careless. Like right now. I had been shaving my legs and must have left the razor on the counter without putting its cover back on. Another time, I was jump roping with my friends and left my jump rope out on the driveway when I went back inside because I was in a hurry. It was the exact same color as the driveway. When I came outside the next morning, I had completely forgotten about the jump ropes, tripped over the one I had left out and 鈥?oops 鈥?there went half of my big toe鈥檚 skin. Hastiness really hurts.

After I had washed the cut, I closed the bathroom door behind me and started downstairs to get a Band-Aid. My parents were probably fighting. They always fought when I was supposedly 鈥榓sleep鈥? It kept me awake for hours most nights, which is why I was usually very tired when I woke up. I have never told them about this, and never plan to because usually they were talking about me.

I do not get why I am such a big deal. There is nothing special about me. All I am is a regular fourteen-year-old girl. Nothing is unique about that. The thing that bugs me the most is that they argue about the stupidest subjects concerning me ever. For instance, my parents could not decide whether to put bologna or ham in my sandwich for lunch one night. Dad wanted ham, and Mom wanted bologna. They finally decided to include both meats. Like I really care that much! Gosh.

I could hear my parents quarreling in the living room before my feet touched the kitchen floor. Sighing, I sat at the bottom step of the stairs. I would probably never make it to the medicine cabinet fast enough to get a Band-Aid without Mom or Dad catching me eavesdropping. I groaned quietly, waiting for the shouting that always roused me at night to begin.

The story part sounds good. The beginning sounds pretty good, but as you went along, the writing seemed to get more and more ammature. It just sounds a little forced and akward near the end. If you work on wording and things, it should be fine. Keep on writing!

It's alright.Make it more descriptive.It seems boring, maybe cause i didnt read the other part of the story.I'm sure it'll get better once u continue writing.Good luck! :]

It's good. Not enthralling or captivating, but something I would definitely keep reading.
Good word choice.

seems pretty interesting, i would want more if i opened the book, it did however have one of those thing were i red the words but they dont soak in :P

The things you are writing about justa ren't veyr intereesting. This is a long description of a cut finger - big deal you cut your finger. What are you saying that's original?