What makes a good narrative

What makes a good narrative to me is one with a variety of believable characters. No puppet characters or stereotypes.
The story an events must be told from a believable point. If it's from a teenagers point of view then it shouldn't be all fancy-dancy professional big vocabulary stuff. That's not realistic for about 96% of teenagers.
The events and reactions must also be believable. "just cause" scenes are hollow and bland.

IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAAAAY SO HEEEERE.

Territory Divide part of chapter 1

( I never posted my first story. Didn't have enough time. So I put it here now )

In a far off universe lays a shadow world ruled by god like creatures. Creatures that grow tired of their dull and desolate realm; thus, they’ve decided to claim two different worlds as their own. One of a rusted rundown future filled with super powered beings. Then another where demons and humans live together, but in a new age of racism and segregation. They are going to turn these two worlds into their own game arena and then dominate them completely.

A black hole is soon to be opened that will connect them all.

                                                Chapter 1.

                                       M.A.L.L.

                                         Katél.

         I sighed as I lightly pushed my front house door back into place, getting a bit more annoyed as I tried to stomp my foot into my sneakers but the back of the shoe always bends and gets squished under my heel. After I finally got my whole foot in by twisting my ankle around a bit and kicking it back against the wall, I jumped off the front steps and headed off to the right in the direction of the store.

            Geez, always at the last minute! I don’t get why it’s always ME that mom sends out to get damn groceries. She needs to learn to buy EVERYTHING we need the first time she goes shopping. I complained to myself in my head, brushing my hair off my shoulder as my eyes scanned the scenery around me. I always get sidetracked in wonder about everything. Like what was it like in our world before it had a melt down and we had to build this gigantic staircase to live in. I mean, our buildings don’t look that different from the pictures I’ve seen... We just have more sensors, cameras, computers, levels and we’re not as primitive and scattered as it was back then. Even the people don’t look that different either. The only differences I could really agree with is their abilities, eye and hair color and their clothes were just so… Skimpy! Revealing! I just couldn’t believe someone would actually walk outside in that as normal clothes wear!

            My mind was still floating around as I stopped in an elevator—right before walking into the glass wall too – I turned around and pushed the only button there was and the doors closed as the glass booth jerked a little. I leaned against the back wall as it started to levitate down slowly. I didn’t really notice anything until the elevator started to creak and the metal started to moan. Then as soon as I started to notice rust my head snapped up. “ Shit! “, I cursed and turned around, pressing my hands and forehead against the glass as I looked around. “ Dammit, I did go too far while I was spacing out!” I hit my head against the glass for being so stupid, “ Now I’m in the damn Basement Level...” I continued under my breath as I stopped and just leaned my forehead again the glass.

            I didn’t even try to hold back my defeated and aggravated sigh as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. “ I guess I could try to find the food here anyways, they’d be at a cheaper price too”, I muttered to myself as I stepped out. My eyes slid from left to right as I scanned the area. It was like an alley deep in the back of some building, it was dark and looked empty with the sound to match besides the wind. Even though nothing was moving, it still put me a bit on edge because there could be jumpers at any corner or wall.  I sucked in some air and straightened my back and held my head up, trying to look strong. I clenched my fists and started to walk out, I wasn’t going to let on any feeling of misplacement or fear.

            I quickened my pace when I started to hear the faint sounds of engines and motors running, cars honking and people conversing. I wanted to hurry and get out of the alley so then I wasn’t surrounded by so much unknown. Soon the light of the sun finally gleamed down on me from the space in between the buildings. Out of impulse I raised up my hand out above my eyes to shadow them from the light. It never does help that I have glasses; they always make things so much brighter. I just stood there for a quick moment before I turned to the right and kept walking. I had already seen a group of skaters hanging out over on the other side of the street to the right out of the corner of my eye; and I did NOT want to pass a glance over them out of the fear of making accidental eye contact with any of them. The sun was at my back now so I let my hand back down to hang by my side.

            I was darting back and forth, trying to find some sign of a grocery store, but there was nothing! There wasn’t even a directory of the area anywhere!  I stopped and clamped my hand over my forehead and rubbed my temples with my thumb and middle finger. I swore at myself, “ God dammit, this is such a waste of time! I should have just headed back at the beginning and went to our Ground Level store.“, I sighed and continued, “ Alright, let’s just go. I think I can just go this way—“ I stopped as I heard laughing and unintelligible words followed by shushing. I quickly glanced at the ground and saw their dark silhouettes crawling up further. A cold chill went through and down my shoulders and spine, I could feel my heart beat a bit harder as the pulses traveled slightly up my throat and to the sides of my jawline. ‘Are they following me?’ I thought as I shook the chill off and awkwardly continued to walk forward from my foot that was actually turned to the side when I was going to turn around instead. I was paranoid and didn’t want to take the chance in finding out.

            I had been walking for a couple minutes with them still trailing behind me before I came up with an idea. We had passed a building, a red brick one with a random strip of wood running down the middle that you could walk all the way around. So I just have to cross the street and walk around that building, then when I’m at the last turn that leads back to this street, I’ll run and lose them!

            I stopped to look up and down the street, and of course they just stopped, that just proved that they are following me. Realizing this, I walked across the street faster than I should’ve, I know it because I heard them snicker at it as they sped up their pace after me as well.