I'm beginning a novel, I'd appreciate some tips, suggestions, advice.?

Here is the commencement of the novel, rough draft. Ive got about 4k words so far. I'd like some advice regarding clarity of understanding, derived criticism would be appreciated. I'm 16, and this is my first attempt at writing a full size novel. I also seem to have a problem with past/Non-Standard presently tense.
Thanks.

Well as a resolve of thumb, you never want to mention weather, sun, sky or moon in your first sentence. It's a terrible cliche, but since you only have one other answer I'll persevere in. I see it so often it automatically turns me off, but I'll give this a chance because you sound serious about it.

It's nicely written but I'm looking for a character to relate to. For exemplar, who's feeling the bone chilling breeze?
Wow, that was in the end good! I want to read more :). I really love your descriptions. I could really visualize this whole inanimate object happening. But it was almost too much. You could tone it down just a little bit and it would probably sound better. When you're finished, this novel will clearly be a page turner. :) Good luck!
Well as a customarily of thumb, you never want to mention weather, sun, sky or moon in your first sentence. It's a terrible cliche, but since you only have one other answer I'll be prolonged. I see it so often it automatically turns me off, but I'll give this a chance because you sound serious about it.

It's nicely written but I'm looking for a character to relate to. For happened, who's feeling the bone chilling breeze?
Okay. You've got about 4k words so far, and nothing has happened. There's lots of 'father talk' in here, but no association with the characters, no sense that this is really happening.
I don't care if you are 16 or 60 - when you tear a strip off a story you have to engage the reader. People have five senses, and you can use all of them to drag the reader into your story. You've done none of that.

Why are Palo Alto's kids killing themselves?

Along the quiet, manicured streets of Palo Alto, million-dollar ranch homes twinkle with tastefully strung holiday lights. In one of the front yards, groups of teenagers are standing around in the unseasonably warm December air, double-fisting Budweisers and iPhones. The students seem mentally drained and emotionally exhausted—ready to blow off some steam as another intense semester at Gunn High School comes to a close. Inside, the living room feels like the climactic party scene of every teen movie—kids chattering, hip-hop blasting, the pungent aroma of pot in the air, not an adult in sight. Winter break is so close you can taste it.

Suddenly someone notices that a classmate—a junior we’ll call Joe—is missing. He had a fight with his girlfriend, one person says. He could be suicidal. Terrified, 16-year-old Martha Cabot sounds the alarm, alerting two kids beside her, who tell two others. Instantly, there’s a commotion. The yard and the living room empty, the sober kids jumping in cars, everyone else swarming down the tree-lined street toward the railroad tracks at East Meadow Drive—not far from where two Gunn classmates recently leapt in front of speeding Caltrains. Martha, slowed by a bum knee, nominates herself to stay back at the house in case Joe returns. She walks back inside—and there, sitting on the den sofa, alone and clueless, is Joe. “Where were you?” Martha blurts. “I was in the bathroom,” he says, confused. “I was taking a piss.”

While the story, as Martha tells it, is mordantly funny, the anxiety and terror that underlie it are anything but. It’s been like this for months around Palo Alto—everyone on edge, leaping to conclusions, flipping out, fearing the worst. New stories arise on a near-daily basis: A hotheaded senior argues with his dad and takes off, igniting a chain reaction that mobilizes neighbors up and down his street. Among them is a psychiatrist named Daniel Saal, who searches the Alta Mesa cemetery by flashlight while others station themselves at nearby train crossings. (The senior returns, unharmed, several hours later.) Saal’s daughter, Lauren, a Gunn junior, has been having regular nightmares and has started sleeping with her mother. Teachers dissolve into tears mid-class; students describe feelings akin to those of soldiers coping with post-traumatic stress disorder. Just hearing a voice on the classroom loudspeaker, or seeing some teachers gathered in a huddle, is enough to set off internal alarms: “I always think,” says junior Lisa Hao, “did somebody else kill himself?”

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December happenings

We attempted to see the Christmas train a last weekend but he was a brief off one's rocker (righteous snotty with a cough) and when we got there the occupation was around the parking lot so we knew it would be a while before we got on the train so we asseverative to pass over it... Our tree is decorated, we have the cutest Santa Mickey in the front yard (didn't get any verifiable lights on our household this year since Butch had to exclude for toil). I've got a impression of a artwork of our Christmas union card, I'll have to examination some others to appointment here. Beckham had till be a sucker for/Christmas pictures that turned out so stinkin ingenious. I have some cunning Christmas decor around the dwelling and back porch. He is such a toy cosset model. We are having Santa pictures bewitched tomorrow, which I'm hoping goes well. But, he will be institution in chance for Christmas. Beckham was so shrewd and honey-like to the other kids. Unfortunately, we had to take Butch to the airport that same day because he had to go back to occupation. :( Beckham's patron, Jake turned one on the 6th so we went to his Saints treatise Birthday fete. I have been wrapping presents like keen and our tree is Scout's honour overflowing and I'm not even done yet. He shared so well and we had a abundant moment.