Barrington Leather

This is a draft, so I know it is not perfect. But I just want to see what you think of this little exercise of my novel. Amazing, Large, well, just terrible. Too much detail? Not enough? Help! And if you have any advice, I'd be happy to hear them!
-------- The fire was in the common room Barrington Academy, and I could see slightly Finn sitting on the sofa in brown leather in the middle of the room. He was wearing a white jersey with green sweatpants, and when he saw me standing in the doorway, he smiled that smile through, I began to love. "This," he said as I sat beside him. He wrapped his arms around me and took me into his chest, and I was suddenly regretting keeping warm I wear a hoodie yellow and blue polka dot white pajama pants. To say that every part of my body was burning was a euphemism.
I was not surprised by the amount that I had missed during the day, although I have seen in all classes. I could not pretend to hate him during the day for so long. Keeping the secret of Brynn, Norah, and Colbie bring me down, and I started wondering why I had to sneak out of my room every night. But a look at Finn smile at me while I was wrapped in his arms and I knew that the exit slip was worth it.
"Tell me about your family, I say without thinking. He mentioned his family once or twice earlier in the week, we snuck in, and I became curious. It does not seem to mind as he started talking about his parents, who were still in love after 20 years, his two younger sisters, and even his grandmother. The thought of having the image "perfect" family made me jealous . Then he had a family almost perfect, I felt that I had not really had a family since father died. Somewhere between her telling me about his family, my thoughts wandered to the thought of the day then a year ago. The ambulance. The car reached. My mother with her sunglasses, not shedding a tear.
No matter how much I want to forget this day, I can not. Sometimes I have nightmares that relive that day, and I always wake up the next morning, a cold sweat, the tears streaming down my face. The image of my mother put on her sunglasses, do not cry at all, does not make sense to me. How could she do not cry when I could not stop? For a year I tried to push thoughts of that day from my mind little by little, but just like that, words of Finn led all flooding back.

I think it is absolutely fantastic, perfect descriptions, perfect sentence structure. I think it's a bad story line!
It makes me want to read more!
If you are done again, you send to me?

I think it's quite incredible! I see in my head what happens: D keep writing! ^. ^