Best Summer Ever - draft

I’m working on a story about the summer after high school graduation. The story starts, more or less, when a minor tragedy occurs. After which the story progresses to love found, a major tragedy then repurcussions followed by another tragedy. This is what I[’m considering for an opening. Blue and gold were my high school colors, also used for the gowns on graduation day. Criticism (constructie of course!) would be greatly appreciated

The football field was Van Gogh’s starry night come to life, swirls of blue (the boys) and swirls of gold (the girls).

There was mass at the center of each swirl determined by the importance of the students gathered there. The most massive center was held by the jocks and cheerleaders. There was a smaller but significant mass for the band geeks. Smaller swirls orbited the larger ones; smaller masses had even smaller ones swirling.

Ben Graham suspected it was his own melancholia that prompted the Van Gogh imagery. It was graduation day. 12 years of hard work, partying and existential angst coming to an end. But mostly existential angst. The last six years had been hard mentally. He excelled in school and extracurricular activities. But whenever he was alone, like now, sadness overtook him.