Magical realism:)

So in school we had to write a magical realism story. Magical realism is a common form of writing in south america . Its where you a write a story that seems real but has a magical element but u treat it a if it was a normal occurence :) heres my story :) tell me if u like. ----------------------The bright morning light shone through my room, signaling my eyes to open and my brain to wake up. I stretched my arms out from under the warm cacoon of blankets and felt the sting of the cold air, causing an array of goosebumps to appear on my skin. My sleepy eyes began to focas on objects around the room. I sighed . A mix of unworn and dirty shirts, jeans, and socks were strewn in piles around the room. Lotions, perfumes, and makeup were scattered on top of the bureau. Pillows had fallen off the bed making it look as if clouds were rising from the floor. The room was a mess. I was a mess. I couldnt remember the last time my dreams had been pleasant. Every time I fell asleep, my mind replayed what happened like a movie. I remember the accident. I remember the screech of the metal colliding against eachother, the honking of horns from surrounding cars, the screams, and I remember the pain. The physical pain was unbearable but even more hurtful was the emotional pain. The image of my brother, cold and grey. His body tossed around like a rag doll though the glass windsheild. I shuddered. I needed to stop thinking. I needed an escape. I threw on my sweats and a warm hoodie and began to run. I ran outside and down the street, up hills and across pathways. I ran until I couldnt anymore and my body sank to the gravel as I shook with tears. The trees bended towards me, their branches trying to encase me in a hug. The clouds turned grey with sorrow and a raindrop fell for every tear that slid down my cheek. The sun hid behind the clouds, not wanting to witness my pitiful state. The wind tryed to blow away my tears. Its breeze formed into hands that brushed against my face. It was no use, for as soon as they wiped the tear
away another fell to takes its place. The flowers wilted around me. The red autumn leaves turned to brown. The world turned dark. It was mourning with me.