A Prologue: In Which You (possibly) Give Me Feedback

If there's something I've learned during my blogging hiatus is that:

A) I can now use the word hiatus without it sounding too weird... no? *slinks back to chair and mopes*
B) I need to write if I want to stay sane.

It's all fun and games but a summer with no studying is just that... a summer with no studying. My family isn't the kind that travels off to some exotic place in the summer. Heck, we don't even take a plane to a neighboring country. We're the kind of family where us over-achieving kids take summer courses to excel our learning in order to graduate with a surplus of credits. Don't ask.

So here I am, stuck at home with a pseudo-job (which I shall blog about further) and nothing to do but clean old binders and admire my old highschool projects write. Therefore, without out further delay, I give you the prologue to my current writing project.
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PROLOGUE:
Imora scanned the map Myra was holding. She had no idea where they were. She didn't even know where they were going. All she knew was that they had to get somewhere safe-- and fast. She glanced up at the motley crew who had put all their hopes on her and groaned inwardly. This, she thought, is what I get for helping my grandma and her senile friends escape from their nursing home. Sirens sounded in the distance. Feigning confidence, Imora nodded at the group and started trudging in what she hoped was the right direction. 
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I'm hesitant to open up the comments section but I want to know if people actually want to read a story like this. If there's a generally positive response then I may start posting parts of the story as I continue writing it.