Please critique my story. What do you think so far?

This is just the beginning of the first chapter, the rest of it wouldn’t fit, sorry. Just want to know if it sounds intriguing and if the writing style is good. Thanks

Raine didn’t want to throw up all over the guests, but with the strange flu-like symptoms lingering around for the past two months—it might be inevitable. The party was this Friday, and she had to go. Eden would kill her if she didn’t.
Continuing down the long corridor, her stomach constricted nervously with each step, until she finally reached the unfamiliar room. Her anxiety heightened while she hesitated just outside the door. Though, from what Raine could see of the inside; it looked pretty much like any of the other ordinary offices she’d been to in the past that had held a desk, a chair, and a couch. Everything was neutral—natural. Boring. Only it didn’t feel very natural, thought Raine. And, if she could help it, she wouldn’t be here at all. Please, just don’t say anything about the boy, she warned herself.
“Raine Davies?” said the young, tall, lanky man with the blue-black hair. He was Asian, and Raine’s new therapist. He had on navy-blue dress pants, a cream colored sweater with a turtle-neck a tone lighter underneath, and shiny, brown leather shoes. She thought she might hate him already—not because of his ethnic background or his clothes, but because of his occupation.
He held his lightly tanned hand out for hers, grasping it gently. “Hello, I’m Dr. Kai,” he said, smiling with very white, perfect teeth. She could only stare at him then, at his gleaming teeth, his slightly angled, dark eyes, because he looked strangely familiar. Raine took her hand away slowly. He was really good-looking too, she thought, deciding maybe she could like him after all. Except that he was still a boy. Well, in this case, a man.
“Yeah, I’m she,” she said sluggishly, plopping herself down into the over-stuffed, brown leather chair instead of over on the couch—it was cliché to even have it there, she thought. And, it made it all even more stupid, because Raine knew she didn’t need to talk to anyone about her problems. As far as she was concerned—there weren’t any. A distant voice in her head whispered back. Liar.
“How old are you, Raine?” he asked, taking his position at the wooden desk. A small dying plant and a laptop occupied the right half, and on the left was a stack of files and a nearly empty glass of water. She thought maybe he should dump the rest of the water in the plant, give it a chance to survive. An early, evening light came in from the west window, reflecting off the shiny, back surface of the laptop, projecting a glare across the doctor’s glasses. He shut it reflexively, swallowed the last of the flat water—so much for the plant—and then plucked a red file off the top of the five-inch stack. Assuming it was hers, she thought that he should already know her age. Didn’t he even try to figure her out before she got here?
“I’ll be eighteen on Friday,” she said, blinking casually as she absently rubbed at her right knee, over her black, skinny jeans—one of her many nervous habits.
“Yes, of course,” he said. “What a good day for a birthday! The end of the world as we know it,” he said mockingly. “You must have heard about that?” The doctor sounded amused. She definitely had heard things. How could she not?—it was the supposed apocalypse predicted for December 21, 2012. The winter solstice. And it just happened to coincide with her eighteenth birthday.
Raine didn’t believe any of it—not the rumors, the books, or any of the articles flying around cyberspace: Solar storms plaguing us with radiation, the earth colliding with the planet Nibiru. However, she did believe that something would happen. The boy had said so. But what he had said, she hadn’t been bothered to remember. Okay, maybe a little bothered; her dreams had definitely been trying to get her attention.
“Yeah, I don’t buy into those sorts of things. But I do like astrology,” she announced, not knowing why she’d tell this complete stranger anything about her hobby. Maybe thinking about the boy had thrown her off.
“Oh, so you must know about the Mayan’s Long Count calendar having been one of the rising issues related to the frivolous uproar,” he said, like he’d won something by baiting her into conversation, trying to make her more comfortable with him by talking crap. “By the way, I don’t buy into those things, either,” he said with a wink. She couldn’t help it; she was actually starting to like this guy. But that was ok; he was only just a doctor, right?
“Well, I haven’t studied it all that much, they were into astrology and astronomy, that’s true, but I think their calendar is just like ours—only longer—way longer,” she laughed, deciding to take his bait. Maybe get some fun out of it. “Just like any normal calendar, it will end at a specific period and pick up again at the start of a new one. No alarm necessary,” waving it off as a joke, she added, “with no e
i didn’t realize when i copied it from word it wouldn’t indent the paragraphs. sorry. it actually looks pretty good on word lol

Raine didn’t want to throw up all over the guests, but with the strange flu-like symptoms lingering around for the past two months—it might be inevitable. The party was this Friday, and she had to go. Eden would kill her if she didn’t.
Continuing down the long corridor, her stomach constricted nervously with each step, until she finally reached the unfamiliar room. Her anxiety heightened while she hesitated just outside the door. Though, from what Raine could see of the inside; it looked pretty much like any of the other ordinary offices she’d been to in the past that had held a desk, a chair, and a couch. Everything was neutral—natural. Boring. Only it didn’t feel very natural, thought Raine. And, if she could help it, she wouldn’t be here at all. Please, just don’t say anything about the boy, she warned herself.
“Raine Davies?” said the young, tall, lanky man with the blue-black hair. He was Asian, and Raine’s new therapist. He had on navy-blue dress pants, a cream colored sweater with a turtle-neck a tone lighter underneath, and shiny, brown leather shoes. She thought she might hate him already—not because of his ethnic background or his clothes, but because of his occupation.
He held his lightly tanned hand out for hers, grasping it gently. “Hello, I’m Dr. Kai,” he said, smiling with very white, perfect teeth. She could only stare at him then, at his gleaming teeth, his slightly angled, dark eyes, because he looked strangely familiar. Raine took her hand away slowly. He was really good-looking too, she thought, deciding maybe she could like him after all. Except that he was still a boy. Well, in this case, a man.
“Yeah, I’m she,” she said sluggishly, plopping herself down into the over-stuffed, brown leather chair instead of over on the couch—it was cliché to even have it there, she thought. And, it made it all even more stupid, because Raine knew she didn’t need to talk to anyone about her problems. As far as she was concerned—there weren’t any. A distant voice in her head whispered back. Liar.
“How old are you, Raine?” he asked, taking his position at the wooden desk. A small dying plant and a laptop occupied the right half, and on the left was a stack of files and a nearly empty glass of water. She thought maybe he should dump the rest of the water in the plant, give it a chance to survive. An early, evening light came in from the west window, reflecting off the shiny, back surface of the laptop, projecting a glare across the doctor’s glasses. He shut it reflexively, swallowed the last of the flat water—so much for the plant—and then plucked a red file off the top of the five-inch stack. Assuming it was hers, she thought that he should already know her age. Didn’t he even try to figure her out before she got here?
“I’ll be eighteen on Friday,” she said, blinking casually as she absently rubbed at her right knee, over her black, skinny jeans—one of her many nervous habits.
“Yes, of course,” he said. “What a good day for a birthday! The end of the world as we know it,” he said mockingly. “You must have heard about that?” The doctor sounded amused. She definitely had heard things. How could she not?—it was the supposed apocalypse predicted for December 21, 2012. The winter solstice. And it just happened to coincide with her eighteenth birthday.
Raine didn’t believe any of it—not the rumors, the books, or any of the articles flying around cyberspace: Solar storms plaguing us with radiation, the earth colliding with the planet Nibiru. However, she did believe that something would happen. The boy had said so. But what he had said, she hadn’t been bothered to remember. Okay, maybe a little bothered; her dreams had definitely been trying to get her attention.
“Yeah, I don’t buy into those sorts of things. But I do like astrology,” she announced, not knowing why she’d tell this complete stranger anything about her hobby. Maybe thinking about the boy had thrown her off.
“Oh, so you must know about the Mayan’s Long Count calendar having been one of the rising issues related to the frivolous uproar,” he said, like he’d won something by baiting her into conversation, trying to make her more comfortable with him by talking crap. “By the way, I don’t buy into those things, either,” he said with a wink. She couldn’t help it; she was actually starting to like this guy. But that was ok; he was only just a doctor, right?
“Well, I haven’t studied it all that much, they were into astrology and astronomy, that’s true, but I think their calendar is just like ours—only longer—way longer,” she laughed, deciding to take his bait. Maybe get some fun out of it. “Just like any normal calendar, it will end at a specific period and pick up again at the start of a new one. No alarm necessary,” waving it off as a joke, she added, “with no end-of-the-world prediction.”
“You seem very smart, Raine.”
“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” she replied, rolling her eyes. He ignored her derisive tone, and continued on.

this is part of my first chapter, just wanted to know if it sounds intriguing enough. I want to know if it would need to be more exciting right away or if going in with just the little hint at the boy for now is enough. of course the whole chapter doesn’t fit on here so i couldn’t let you see the rest…

Raine didn’t want to throw up all over the guests, but with the strange flu-like symptoms lingering around for the past two months—it might be inevitable. The party was this Friday, and she had to go. Eden would kill her if she didn’t.
Continuing down the long corridor, her stomach constricted nervously with each step, until she finally reached the unfamiliar room. Her anxiety heightened while she hesitated just outside the door. Though, from what Raine could see of the inside; it looked pretty much like any of the other ordinary offices she’d been to in the past that had held a desk, a chair, and a couch. Everything was neutral—natural. Boring. Only it didn’t feel very natural, thought Raine. And, if she could help it, she wouldn’t be here at all. Please, just don’t say anything about the boy, she warned herself.
“Raine Davies?” said the young, tall, lanky man with the blue-black hair. He was Asian, and Raine’s new therapist. He had on navy-blue dress pants, a cream colored sweater with a turtle-neck a tone lighter underneath, and shiny, brown leather shoes. She thought she might hate him already—not because of his ethnic background or his clothes, but because of his occupation.
He held his lightly tanned hand out for hers, grasping it gently. “Hello, I’m Dr. Kai,” he said, smiling with very white, perfect teeth. She could only stare at him then, at his gleaming teeth, his slightly angled, dark eyes, because he looked strangely familiar. Raine took her hand away slowly. He was really good-looking too, she thought, deciding maybe she could like him after all. Except that he was still a boy. Well, in this case, a man.
“Yeah, I’m she,” she said sluggishly, plopping herself down into the over-stuffed, brown leather chair instead of over on the couch—it was cliché to even have it there, she thought. And, it made it all even more stupid, because Raine knew she didn’t need to talk to anyone about her problems. As far as she was concerned—there weren’t any. A distant voice in her head whispered back. Liar.
“How old are you, Raine?” he asked, taking his position at the wooden desk. A small dying plant and a laptop occupied the right half, and on the left was a stack of files and a nearly empty glass of water. She thought maybe he should dump the rest of the water in the plant, give it a chance to survive. An early, evening light came in from the west window, reflecting off the shiny, back surface of the laptop, projecting a glare across the doctor’s glasses. He shut it reflexively, swallowed the last of the flat water—so much for the plant—and then plucked a red file off the top of the five-inch stack. Assuming it was hers, she thought that he should already know her age. Didn’t he even try to figure her out before she got here?
“I’ll be eighteen on Friday,” she said, blinking casually as she absently rubbed at her right knee, over her black, skinny jeans—one of her many nervous habits.
“Yes, of course,” he said. “What a good day for a birthday! The end of the world as we know it,” he said mockingly. “You must have heard about that?” The doctor sounded amused. She definitely had heard things. How could she not?—it was the supposed apocalypse predicted for December 21, 2012. The winter solstice. And it just happened to coincide with her eighteenth birthday.
Raine didn’t believe any of it—not the rumors, the books, or any of the articles flying around cyberspace: Solar storms plaguing us with radiation, the earth colliding with the planet Nibiru. However, she did believe that something would happen. The boy had said so. But what he had said, she hadn’t been bothered to remember. Okay, maybe a little bothered; her dreams had definitely been trying to get her attention.
“Yeah, I don’t buy into those sorts of things. But I do like astrology,” she announced, not knowing why she’d tell this complete stranger anything about her hobby. Maybe thinking about the boy had thrown her off.
“Oh, so you must know about the Mayan’s Long Count calendar having been one of the rising issues related to the frivolous uproar,” he said, like he’d won something by baiting her into conversation, trying to make her more comfortable with him by talking crap. “By the way, I don’t buy into those things, either,” he said with a wink. She couldn’t help it; she was actually starting to like this guy. But that was ok; he was only just a doctor, right?
“Well, I haven’t studied it all that much, they were into astrology and astronomy, that’s true, but I think their calendar is just like ours—only longer—way longer,” she laughed, deciding to take his bait. Maybe get some fun out of it. “Just like any normal calendar, it

Okay I KNOW this question may have been asked many times already but I am seriously freaked out about this. On December 21st there is supposed to be Pole shifts, a planet hitting ours and destroying the Earth, gamma rays, planetary alignment, solar storms, world war III and even aliens. Many people say it’s not real, many say it is. I just have NO idea what to believe right now. I just don’t want to die on my 20th birthday, I have a good life ahead of me. This commotion about 2012 is not healthy for me

I’ve lost a lot of sleep recently, and I’ve become exceedingly depressed and anxious, threatening self-harm e.t.c.

So now I am just asking, is this really true? I have read the 2012 survival guides, and I am very concerned for my family’s safety. There is a lot of proof this IS true, but a lot of proof it isn’t. So I just don’t know what to do, and as 2012 draws closer, I get more and more uneasy. I am worried about my own health and my family’s.

Every time I run into one of my friends I hear about this 2012 stuff. And that DOESN’T help. At all. I was even educated about it in my own school. At first I thought it was just a scare, but now I am very uneasy about this

I understand the mayans never said anything about the world ending in 2012, but the theories and proof surrounding it makes that worse even more