Is this a good beginning to a story?

Screeching guitar music accompanied by the tuneless howling of lunatic blasted from behind the closed - most probably barricaded - door. Not a madhouse, but Charlie Hussen's bedroom. Police Chief Faye Hussen could hear the racket clearly from her newly...

refitted kitchen a floor below.
Turn that cr*p off. Faye yelled at the top of her lungs, trying to be heard over the noise. She evidently failed as the music almost seemed to get louder. Faye sighed and tried to remember the good old days before Charlie could talk. She decided to take the more practical approach, in other words go and turn the damn thing off herself. Traipsing up the stairs Faye passed the mirror, and wondered where her life had gone. Her once golden hair was on the way to being completly grey and her face seemed to have more wrinkles with every passing day. Only four years left in the police force and then the sweet life most call retirement. She'd buy a cottage in the country and never see another murderer, robber or kidnapper. Faye covered her ears as she got closer to Charlie's door. Once pristine and white the door was covered in posters of the Smashing Pumpkins and Black Sabbath. In the middle was a sign which read LIVE FAST DIE YOUNG. THE WORLD AIN'T GONNA BE AROUND MUCH LONGER ANYWAY. On numerous occasions Faye had threatened to remove the sign but had always been met with the same response. 'Take it down and I paint it back on.' Charlie would roll her eyes up to the sky and say this like it was the most normal thing in the world to get her own way. Faye used to try and discapline her daughter but it was all in vain. Now Faye just hoped this rebellious stage was a temporary part of Charlie's life and one morning Faye would wake up to find her daughter an obediant and hard-working teenager.
Charlie Hussen turn that cr*p off. Faye shouted as loudly as she could but her voice was still unaudiable over the sound. Taking a step back Faye prepared to barge open the door, which was normally barricaded by any number of heavy objects. She rammed it with her shoulder and almost fell into the room, surprised to find the door unblocked. Faye slammed her hand down on top of the ipod speakers on Charlie's cluttered desk and the music abruptley stopped. She couldn't see Charlie but there was a lump in the duvet which suggested she couldn't be *rsed to get up.
Mum what the f*ck are you doing? Charlie's muffled voice could just be heard from under her duvet. Faye yanked the duvet off her daughter and pulled her into an upright position.
How many times have I told you not to swear when you're around me? I would appreciate it if you could get your *rse out of bed and into your uniform within the next five minutes.
Charlie stared at her mum from underneath the thick black curtain that was her fringe. Her eyes were still heavily outlined with yesterdays make-up and she was wearing a black lacy vest with matching shorts.
Close the door on your way out. Charlie sounded like she didn't give a damn about her mothers orders but as Faye closed the bedroom door she heard Charlie get out of bed and look for her clothes.

When she was back in the kitchen Faye buttered her toast and wondered where everything had gone wrong. Until the beginning of year nine Charlie had been a loving daughter and a intelligent pupil at school. Almost overnight she had turned into a rebellious daughter who constantly bunked off school. She was hanging with a new crowd of friends and had taken to dressing entirely in black. The kitchen door creaked open and Charlie walked in, completly ignoring Faye. She had customised her uniform, the skirt was so short you could almost see her knickers and the top three buttons of the blouse were undone.
You can't go out dressed like that. Faye knew her halfhearted statement wouldn't come to anything but felt that it was her duty as a mother to say it. As Faye had predicted, she was ignored. Charlie opened the fridge and drank the orange juice straight from the carton, daring her mum to say something about it. When she didn't get the response she wanted she went to catch the bus, slamming every possible door on her way out.

Faye stood at the window and watched Charlie join her other friends at the school bus stop. Charlie was a pain in the *rse most of the time but Faye loved her so much, and although it was never said, she knew Charlie felt the same way about her. It was stupid, Faye knew, watching her daughter until she got on the bus but in her time on the force she had seen so many teenagers killed because their parents didn't care enough that she always made the effort. A dark blue ford focus pulled up in front of the house as the school bus pulled away.
Sh*t. Faye tried not to swear in front of her daughter but away from her she had the dirty mouth that came from twenty odd years she'd spent in the police. She watched the car door open and the tall redheaded man purposely walk towards her front door.

hi. ye I think it's quite good

I actually rather like this and im picky so its a compliment, keep at it, im currently writing myself and am looking for a website, where one can post short stories and have them commented on such as you are doing here, have you come across any?