Pls put your opinion.

This is my character introduction I did in English. Should I continue to make it a story?
A character introduction is a paragraph or something that introduces a character, and gives description of said character. We are eventually going to make a story. Now, for your opinion. Should I continue this story?


I walked up to my neighbour’s front door. Everyone in town told me to beware of him. They didn’t dare utter his name, for they believed they would be cursed.
‘uhghg’.
I whispered a small groan under my breath. His house was very different from all the others. The paint was fading; colour was a calm tickled pink. Windows were broken, and bordered up.
The front door loomed in front of me, and I prepared to knock. My vase of welcome flowers almost tumbled out of my hands. I slowly rose my hand to knock. Something drew my hand to my door. I couldn’t withdraw my hand. I heard the loud knocks on the thick wooden door.
‘Knock. Knock. Knock.’
There was little noise as I waited. Then, I heard a heavy object fall down something, stairs perhaps?
‘Bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump’
My face scrunched up at the noise of the 5th bump. Anything or anyone that fell down, must be badly broken or injured. I continued waiting, as the thing that fell down the stairs, continued down the hallway towards the door.
The door opened, and a dark character stood in the doorway.
‘Uhhhh, hi….. I am your neighbour, I live over the road. I brought welcome flowers!’
It’s now or never. I cannot see his face, nor know anything about him. He is medium height, not much taller than me. From what I know, no one has seen him before, and I am standing right before him.
I’m really scared. He looks scary. From what I can see inside, there are things hanging everywhere. I cannot see due to the lack of light, but it seems to be bits of clothing. I want to run. He hasn’t said anything, but he has the flowers now in his hand.
‘Thank you. I haven’t received anything from anyone for a while. Very appreciated’
His voice is brittle, like a teenager with a half cracked voice imitating a buff man.
His hands reaches up to his mask, lifting it up, slowly.
His long, brown blonde hair falls to his face, covering his left side of his face. He looks young, 25-27 years of age. His bright blue eyes stand out from his pale white face, which is covered in the occasional pimple. He has a slight moustache, which joins up with his sideburns. His face, looks happy, contrary to the fact he hasn’t seen anyone for a long time.
As if he read my mind, he said ‘I haven’t seen anyone for 3 years. Haven’t left the house either. No one wants to come say hi. They think I am a wacko’
As he brushes away his hair from his face, a scar becomes noticeable. As soon as he notices me looking at it, he looks at me with a strange, but angry look. He then covers his face back up with his hair, and gestures for me to come inside. There are bits of clothing everywhere. It reeks of unwashed bodies and bad body odour. There was pizza boxes and cans everywhere.
‘Where did you get all that food? You said you don’t leave.’
‘I get my brother to bring me the food. He doesn’t let me leave due to the fact that I am a fashion designer. He says I can leave when I get a manly passion. The thing is, I love this. No one should control your life. I’m making a hot air balloon, and eventually I’ll make a run for it. I’ll escape to Europe, and start my career from there. If you want, you can travel with me. We would go to America, Europe, Australia, Asia, all of that. What do you say? Help me travel the world, or stay here in a city run by my evil brother?’
I didn’t have much of a choice. I still didn’t know his name, but he seemed so eager. Eager to escape. His eyes flared with passion and excitement. I couldn’t believe what I said next.
‘Ok, let’s do this.’
____________End chapter one___________________________________

The next day I woke up, slightly regretting what I had said to my neighbour yesterday.
I decided to head over there and ask him what his name was.
When I got there, someone was at my neighbour’s door.
‘Hey tre-‘
‘DON’T HEY TREVOR ME. I SAW YOU WITH THAT GUY YESTERDAY. WHAT WERE YOU DOING?’
‘Hey, calm down. I was only taking his welcome flowers, that’s all.’
I could tell that Trevor and my neighbour were fighting. I hid behind a bush.
My neighbour saw me, but Trevor didn’t.
‘Oh, taking his flowers. Next time, you’ll tell him I keep you in here, won’t you? I only keep you in here because everyone else will tease you. Just, start playing basketball or football. I’m sick of you making t-shirts and shorts. It makes you seem gay, and I don’t want to be known as the mayor with a gay brother. Here’s your food. I’ll see you next week. Bye’
‘See ya Trevor’
Trevor walked past, not noticing me in the bush. I started breathing heavily. Trevor saw me yesterday, I’m now one of his enemies. At any time, he can rally the town and kick me out.
I looked over at my neighbour. He was almost crying, his face very different from yesterday. I could tell he hated his brother but still had a little snippet of love for him. I felt sorry, and made my way up the pathway.
‘Hey, it’s me again. I know we didn’t get to introduce ourselves properly yesterday, so I guess now is a good time. My name is Steven, what’s yours?’
There was an awkward silence. I looked into my neighbours eye, as he thought about answering me. There was an uncertain look in his eye, as he started to open his mouth.
‘Well, um, my name is Ronaldo. Hey Steven. Want to come inside? So my brother doesn’t yell at me for talking to people? Heh’
His laugh was very forced, as if he didn’t want to mention his brother. His words were stuttered and mushed together. He seemed as if he was on the brink of crying.

 

Good story. You should continue it, but something bugs me a little bit. Quotation marks (") are used for speech instead of the apostrophe ('), according to my English teacher.
Nothing really is bad, just those quotation marks.
Is this for school or something? Just asking.

 

Yea, English class.
My teacher uses apostrophes o-o
:P