This is the beginnig of my story. is it good? any ideas for what happens next?

I stared out the fogged up window at the pouring rain while twisting a lock of my straight dyed black hair around one long thin finger. I glanced over at the old, scraggly man sleeping to my right as an especially loud snore came from deep in his throat. I reached down and grabbed my slick, black video Ipod out of the faded olive green case I kept it in. The bus jolted as it came up to my stop. I got up out of my blue plastic seat, pushed the door open, and a surge of cold sharp raindrops blew into my face. I jumped off the last black and yellow step and landed on the wet gray concrete. I walked the regular 5 blocks to my big empty house while listening to “This Could Be Love” by The Alkaline Trio on my Ipod. I flipped up the hood on my black, oversize sweatshirt as the rain started to get heavier.