Intro to my story, hopefully.

Okay, so I know that this isn't really the place for this type of thing, but I'm not in the Writers' Workshop, since I've just joined, and this is only a few paragraphs. I just wanted to get people's opinions on my style. I realize its not much to work with but I figured I'd give it a try.

“These people are ANIMALS! They live in their own little world, caring nothing about the rest of us, unconcerned with what’s going to happen to humankind. This little rebellion they have going on? It’s a romantic fantasy. Adults too attached to their childhood to grow up. I don’t understand what the hell is so wrong about what we want from them.” He shook his head in disappointment and disdain.

“You know what?” His breath hitched. “That’s okay. It’s perfectly fine.” His face betrayed him. “When we all die because of them, they’ll finally realize the most important thing.”

He turned away and looked toward the sun diving down to the earth. “They’re gonna die too.” A lone droplet of water rolled down his face.
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“Look at those fools. All standing around chanting about their laws, about the good of the people. It’s bullshit. It’s all a load of garbage. They don’t care about the good of the people. These suit-and-tie types just care about one thing. The ladder. They want to climb it.” He turns his face from the crowd, as if looking at them is painful.

“They forget that soon, there won’t be a ladder to climb. They think that being out here will get them noticed by the right people.” He laughs, at what, I’m not entirely sure. “If you ask me, they’re attracting the attention of the absolutely wrong people.” He looks at me and nods slightly to his left. A little ways off in that direction, a mob is forming. Not the happiest looking of people. “Some of us,” he says, “some of us ain’t so nice.”