Would someone let me know what they think about part of a story I…

I just wrote it, and it’s only a first draft. It’s a bit long, but I would really appreciate some feedback. Anyway, here it is:

In the beginning was the sound of running water. Benjamin Johnson stood at the sink, looking into the mirror before him. The water on his hands felt like a cool night breeze. He stared into the mirror, observing himself. He ran a hand through his short, brown hair, and sighed. He had perhaps thought he would learn something new about himself, a new revelation, but he saw only what he always had. Just himself, and nothing more.
Giving up, he opened his medicine cabinet and grabbed his toothbrush and other morning utilities.
After washing up, he exited the bathroom several minutes later. He felt better now that he was fixed up. He was now entirely out of the light haze of sleep that still hangs over you awhile after you actually wake up. That’s a good thing, too, he thought. Today was going to be a big day for him, a day he had been looking forward to (and feared, as well) for sometime now. For the entire school year, actually. No more waiting for things to just happen, no more waiting for fate. He would take matters into his own hands, now.
“Are you hungry, Ben? Would you like me to make you something?” his mother called from behind her bedroom door. Ben knew she was probably still in bed.
“No thanks, mom. Stay in bed!” he told her.
“Are you sure?” she pressed. Terra Johnson had always been like this. Recently, she had been having a hard time accepting that her son was growing up. For most of his life, Ben had been so close to her. Now Ben was fourteen, and she could sense him growing apart from her. Even Ben sensed it himself, he saw himself growing more mature and more independent as the days went by. He sensed it, and he slightly dreaded it. His mother had always told him that this time would come, that a time would come when he would rather spend time with his friends than with her, and he had always denied it. But now he saw that it was true. There was no use trying to change it. He was growing up.
“Yes, mother,” he replied, with a joking tone in his voice. She was silent at this, and Ben was happy. All he wanted right now was some time to himself, time alone, time to think. He opened the pantry door, contemplated pouring himself a bowl of cereal, but rejected the thought. He wasn’t very hungry; a deep feeling of worry made his stomach feel like an ocean during a raging storm. No, he wouldn’t be having breakfast this morning. Instead, he grabbed a box of cereal off the top shelf. He would pack some in his lunch, although he severely doubted he would be feeling like eating then, either. He went to the kitchen counter, filled a small zip-lock bag to the brim, then put the cereal in his lunch bag.
Ben still had about half an hour before he would have to begin his walk to school. The school was only ten-minutes walking distance from Ben’s home, meaning for an easy commute each morning. This was Ben’s second, and final, year of attending Mount of Saints Private School.
Mount of Saints was a very small school, ranging from kindergarten to eighth grade. Ben, himself, was in the eighth. Though the teachers were few and the facilities were small, Ben couldn’t imagine being someplace better. But, there was no escaping it, next year Ben and his friends would all be going off to different high schools, leaving both each other and the school behind.
Ben sighed, the thoughts of change disturbing him. To alter his thoughts, he got up and turned on the television so he could watch while preparing his things for the day.
On the screen stood a short, husky man of about thirty, in front of a familiar place, the Hoover Dam overlooking a great body of water. Behind him civilians stood staring over the side, children with looks of awe and parents snapping photographs.
“This is Ted Jackson, FOX five news, reporting this morning from the Hoover Dam in Arizona. As you can see, this Friday morning is bustling with activity: a seemingly average day here at the Dam. But, there are reports of a large scale panic within the Dam’s owners. Just this Wednesday a plan was made for a possible billion dollar project on the Dam itself. A local man, Jeffrey Dalhmer, put a protest to the Dam’s managers this morning, frantically telling them that the area should be closed today. ‘This is a serious matter,” Dalhmer was quoted as saying earlier this morning. On the other hand, CEO of the Hoover Dam Corporation later replied, ‘There is absolutely no problem. The man is obviously nothing more than an avid attention seeker. There is no reason to worry.’
I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see what happens. More on this story as it is revealed. For now, this is Ted Jackson, FOX five news.” The screen then changed to an overview of Las Vegas, Nevada.
The valley was vast, sweeping, and full of life even this early in the morning. The city of sin, Ben thought. It was a strange place to live; heads
Note: Thanks for the feedback!
To answer your question, I think it’ll probably end up as either a novella or a novel. And I noticed the adjective thing, and I plan to edit it.
Note: I guess the story is too long to be posted in its entirety. If anyone knows a place where I can do this, I’d be glad to know.