Girl Wearing Yellow

The oppressive heat of District Eleven beat down on Adora as she walked solemnly back to her house. The upcoming Reaping weighed heavily on her mind, but it was the two-month disappearance of her friend, Mabelle, that consumed her thoughts.
Suddenly, Grit sprinted towards her, his face manic with urgency. "They found her!" he yelled, his words a jolt that sent Adora running, dropping everything in her haste. Her intuition led her to the Lack's house, where familiar, grief-stricken faces gathered outside. Juinette, her best friend, stood shaking, unable to fully voice the horror she had witnessed.
"Is she dead?!" Adora cried, a frantic fear twisting in her gut. "No, no!" Juinette sobbed, "She's alive just... in real bad shape, Addy. I've never seen any of the other girls look this bad."
Adora's relief was short-lived as she learned Mabelle was inside, severely injured, and her parents and the healers, the Lacks, were preventing others from seeing the full extent of her injuries. The air crackled with unspoken dread, a grim foreshadowing of the secrets and truths about to unravel.
