Is this a good start for a story?

Is this a good start to my story?

• I just wanted to know if the start of this story was okay? There were too many sounds for one person to recognize. Leaves rustled from the gentle breeze, grasshoppers and other insects created a symphony of summer. Mitchell ran his fingers through his hair and sighed “I have no idea where the grounds are, are we near them yet?” The sun pelted down with a crispy heat against Mitchell’s face, the air had become sticky and humid. It must be nearing noon now. The symphony of creatures hummed louder as the climbed the base of the mountain to the camping grounds. Isaac followed close behind his brother, they had been very close since their parents died and their uncle and aunt had left them at Whittford Academy in the custody of the Whittford family twelve years ago. The smell of fresh pollen lingered in the air, wafting around their noses. “Come on guys, it’s just up ahead” Amelia shouted from the front of the group. Everyone treded wearily to the plateau that was nestled at the base of the Eskalon Mountain. They slumped over a picnic table in the centre of the grounds. “You guys are so unfit, you need to do more exercise” Ivory mocked them from her pedestal, the ever-active Ivory Kordale, pride of the Swimming and Soccer teams at Whittford. Mitchell gazed into oblivion as he tried to recall his dream, unaware that his view was directed straight at Niall, Amelia’s reserved younger brother. He had be looking upward through his hair to check if he was still being watched, then he’d look back at Isaac and Akia, and back again. Mitchell snapped out of his trance and smiled at Niall; he had a certain cold appearance that he gave off when around new people but melted when around friends. White wispy locks of white hair moved as he shook he head to get a clear view of Mitchell. An odd grin cut across his face. He had barely noticed Felix hanging over his shoulder, hands on hips, staring at Niall. A crackle of laughter crept from Niall’s mouth before he returned to his own group. “And you would like?” Mitchell rolled his head sideways lazily towards Felix, smirking under the shadow that was casted across his face. “Just to be your best friend… and cake, I’d kill for some cake right now. Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, This weekend just got a whole lot longer” Felix’s face dropped at the thought, he looked for reassurance. “I can be your best friend but I don’t think there is any cake out here, you’re going to have to wait” A snap in emotion washed over Felix face, it was the unmistakable emotion of happiness. That night, they gathered around the fire, Raphael threw a large log in the middle of the flames, sparks shot upwards from the impact. Niall, Isaac and Akia chatted amongst themselves as did the older kids. That night the sky was full of stars, like thousands of tiny candles lit in the sky shimmering. Mitchell was wide awake as the others slept quietly around him, every sound had become sharp and every twitch seemed to be worse than it was. He decided to go for a short walk around the grounds to clear his head. He shone his torch into the blackness that sprawled before his eyes, in the distance the sounds formed silent whispers that ricocheted through the trees. Mitchell walked beneath a cliff face that had been nicknamed Goliath; its sheer size amazed many people and often drew in tourist to the area. When he ran his had along the rock face, tiny rubble flaked into his fingers. It was getting late and Mitchell though he should return to his group, he stumbled back through the shrubs and trees to his tent. He could hear Felix snoring before he had even reached him, loud scoffing sounds from him choking on his saliva. The morning crept up on him suddenly, it had seemed like moments ago he was about to rest for the night and now he was watched, a figure hung over him, white hair wilted from its roots. Niall cautiously prodded Mitchell with his hand. “Mitch, are you going to get up, Amelia wants us to travel up to the ruins today” Niall slapped the sides of Mitchell’s face until he rolled off of his bed. A distort vision of drool hanging from Felix mouth was the first thing he fully recognised. “What time is it? Where’s Amelia now?” He sat up abruptly before lazily slouching backwards . “It’s roughly five-forty. She’s outside, I’d hurry up and get dressed before you see her, the others are almost ready to go” Niall’s quiet voice was pleasing this early; Mitchell still couldn’t grasp how early she wanted to start hiking. Mitchell slapped Felix in the ear a few time before he shot up yelling. “Go away you daft creatures! Back I say!” After a few moments, felix realised where he was and quieted down. “Bad dream?” “It was a dream about the legions of women that wanted to date me and love me and my money every day, it was a little overwhelming” Felix forced his hand down Mitchell’s shoulder before he pushed himself upwards. There is more, but I couldn't fit it in! Thanks in advance!!

• Answer:

  Your writing style is really good (really good adjectives and stuff), but maybe you could do some action at the beginning? To grab the readers attention? But yeah, its pretty good. :D xx