First time story pt.2

Please leave me any pointers. Also, tell me if you think leaving the whole scene in the kitchen works or not. Thanks!

Joseph looked once more at the paper beside him and his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
 "Morning Joseph." It was Isis who was now walking towards the refrigerator.
Joseph straightened up and rested his arms on the oak table in front of him.
Isis' hair was still damp and she wore black dress slacks with a deep blue blouse. She took out the milk and set it on the table. Joseph looked down at it and then looked back at Isis who was now returning with the rest of her breakfast.
"Hey Isis, where's Gregory?" Joseph asked her as he  turned and looked out the window.
"He left early today, before I was up."  Isis began to pour cereal into her ceramic bowl.
Joseph looked down at her and then back out again.
"Isis we have no idea what's going on yet." He told her and she could hear desperation in his voice.
Isis looked up at him as she set her spoon back down and tucked a stray strand of her auburn hair behind her ear.
"Yes, I know. Gregory told me." She replied. "Maybe this time we should wait until the police figure it out. Then we'll do what we have to." She got up and walked towards the cupboard.
Joseph looked at her with an irritated expression.
" 'Wait'? You want us to do nothing while more people go missing?" Joseph had raised his voice and she turned back to look at him. "Is that what you want to happen Isis?" Joseph kept his tone elevated. Isis said nothing as she took a glass from the shelf and went to the refrigerator and took out the orange juice. She returned and casually sat back in the chair in front of him. She felt his stare on her as she poured herself a glass and looked up to meet his eyes.
"No that is not what I want, you know that. I just---"
"Then what do mean we should wait?" He interrupted her impatiently.
"Let me finish Joseph, please." She said trying to keep her voice even. "There's only so much we can try and do to find who's doing this." He waited for her to go on with his arms folded across his chest.
"You have your job down at the Fire Station and at the school." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Gregory and I have ours and we all can't put them off. It doesn't matter when the police find the person, as long as they do. Then we'll do what we need to. I think it's best if we just stayed out of  the police's way."
Joseph sat looking at her as if her words were foreign to him. "What you mean is" he began, "to sit back and see if the police can figure it out? We've never done that before, why should we now?"
"We never did because we didn't need to. This is different Joseph, we don't know where to look."
"Isis, we can't do nothing while this happens to more people. Dale Richards didn't deserve this happening to him. He was a good kid." The sound of the name caused Isis to look up once again at Joseph. She knew Dale had been a good person and his disappearance upset her more than Joseph knew. "How many more missing people do you want to see happen before you'll want to do something?" He said this to her as he picked the paper back up and showed it to her.
"You know I care. I can't force you to see things my way Joseph, just remember you have other responsibilities. We will get this worked out, I know. We always do." She took another drink from her glass and set it back down. "Isis, this is different. The police doesn't know where to look either and they need help. As long as we don't find the person, nothing will be worked out."
"Yes, I know. It's just all confusing because we've never faced anything like this before. We always knew where to look. But I understand what you mean. We'll do what we can then." Joseph let his eyes close again as if he were exhausted. "Yes, what else can we do." Was all he said in reply.
    Isis got up and started picking up her dishes. "Are going in to the Station today?" She asked as she placed them in the sink and turned the faucet on. "No, I have my class today." Isis looked over at him and smiled. "Don't you get sick of those kids?" She asked. Joseph opened his eyes and looked curiously at her. "They're eleventh and twelveth graders Isis. And not as immature as you'd like to think. Not the ones in my class anyway." Isis picked up a towel and started to dry her bowl with delicate care. "Well that's only because you're selective to which kids you let in your class. Rude, so very rude." She said in a playful tone in an effort to lighten his mood. "Well, I need to recruit the best you know." He replied in an easier tone. Joseph had chosen to become a fighter fighter right after he finished high school. And now four years later, at only twenty-two years old, he had successfully set up a training program at ________ High School. A program which prepared and educated eleventh and twelveth graders who were interested in joining the fire fighting or police force.
"Oh absolutely. So when do you take the kids out and give them some physical torture training out in the field?"
"Isis, I don't train them physically. My class focuses on what is to be expected in different situations and how to handle them." Joseph had grown tried of sitting in the chair for what seemed like hours and began to stretch his arms out to the sides.
"Yeah, I know. But it would be fun if you took those kids out and roughed them up a bit fireboy style."
Joseph smiled but ignored her silly comment and continued, "So what time are you getting back from work today?"
"I should be back in by six." She replied. "I think Gregory said he would back earlier today. If he makes me wait here for him tonight I'll kill him." Joseph rolled his eyes at that comment. Isis and Gregory had been together for a while now and Joseph was glad Gregory had found someone. Joseph and Gregory had been best friends longer than they had known Isis and now the three friends lived together.
As Isis headed out the kitchen Joseph heard her say, "And have some breakfast before you starve to death." A moment later he heard the front door close and he was alone again. Joseph got up and looked down at his Patek watch. It was now eight thirty five. His first class didn't start until nine-thirty but decided to head out anyway.
As Joseph walked into the long hallway, the old wooden floor was oddly silent as he walked on it. It gave no creaks that would indicate it's advanced age. Joseph walked out of his home and paused outside for a minute. He looked down at the shadow he now cast on the floor as if unsure it would be there.

Reviews

[Mandi D K]

Okay nice going with the character building. You could definitely build up on this though. You need to make people want to know more about your characters. Try putting in something that was very Isis like when she's pouring the cereal into her bowl or the way she opened the fridge door. Then in turn say something about Joseph, maybe even come to a point where your characters all call each other by their nicknames or shortened versions of their names, like Joe or Greg.

With your structure you need to make sure that speech is indented. It needs to stand out so people aren't reading it like it's just a part of the who story. And you also need to cut down on some of the he said/she said things. A lot of people get who's speaking when you have it ordered one person after another. So instead of having he said/she said, maybe have an action like, or nothing all. you need to have things that help move the story along and also give you more stuff to play with.

When you have people trailing of use '...' rather than '---' it's better and is conventional.

As Joseph walked into the long hallway, the old wooden floor was oddly silent as he walked on it - take the he walked out on it, you already know that he's walking on the floor.

a really great second piece, i know what it's like to start out. You did a great job. Keep it up, i look forward to reading the thrid part. Great going with this one again.