Hawaii Travel Vacations

Is this a good beginning for my story?

Excuse spelling mistakes.

Move.
Dodge.
Duck.
Swerve.
Weave.
My school felt like a jungle. I moved through the crowded halls trying to make my way to my locker. Jocks body slammed, populars giggled and flipped their hair, nerds waited to be attacked, teachers waited for the day to end. Me? I waited for my life to end. My world came crashing down a few weeks before when we moved from my wonderful home in Hawaii, to a little town in New Hampshire. I had friends and family in Hawaii. My hoa and ohana. But my parents took it away from me. So, I was stuck in thst town. No palm trees, no beaches, it was cold because it was fall. I hated it there. And I hated it even more as I passed the populars, on my way to my locker, and they started laughing and whispering even more. I blushed in embarrassment and picked up the pace. I finally reached my locker and opened it. Setting my books inside I scanned the door.
Pictures of me and my friends, Kai and Halua. I smiled. We hall signed the back of the picture. Malia, Kai, Holua.
I sighed, remembering the day we did it. Other then the picture, I had stickers, other pictures and a mirror on my door. I looked in the mirror. My tan skin and dark hair didn’t exactly blend in with the other kids. I mean, some of the kids had tans, and some had dark hair, but not like me. I wasn’t just a white girl with a tan. I was a Hawaiian girl. There wasn’t really anyone like me in the school. And no one had a name like mine. Malia Koli Onakapu. Everyone else was Emily Jonston and Jacob White and Hannah Smith. No one had a name like me. I slipped my books into my locker and closed it again. No one could remember my name, either. It was Malika or Halia or Alina. I mean, what’s so hard about Malia? It’s only three syllables! Ma-Li-A. That’s it. I understand not remember Onakapu. But Malia? I turned and started down the hall, ready to make my journey home.

"Later, Kalika." I heard. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to correct the person. I had a death grip on the straps of my backpack. I don’t know why. My nuckles were turning white, though. I held my breath as I came up on the last few feet to the door. Pushing it open I felt a rush of cool air strike my face. I looked around curiously. I think it was snowing. I had never seen snow before. I walked outside and watched as the little dots hit the ground, speckling it with white. I held out my hand, waiting for it to accumulate there, but it didn’t.

"It wont build up on your bare hand." I heard. I turned to see a young girl standing there. She had short brown hair and was wearing guy clothes. "It’s partially frozen ice. It’ll melt on you hand. Body heat."
I lowered my hand.
"Right." I said. "I’ve never seen snow before. Other then on TV." She took a few steps closer to me with a curious look.
"Where are you from?" she asked.
"Hawaii."
She smiled. She started walking, so I followed.
"That’s cool." she said. "I vacationed there once. It’s a really nice island." I nodded, looking around the small town.
"It really is." I said.
I ment partially frozen water, not ice.

Depending on the plot of the book and what you were going for is how you decide if its good. I think its great, i like the way you note the simple struggles she has in high school, even the whole no one can remember my name this is great. It a short look into your story they foreshadows a friendship possibly between the two characters ( or possible a love inerest ) yet it isnt giving away an big details within the plot. WELL DONE (: