ALOOOOOOOOOO! SO HOW ARE YOU FACES?

CALEBS POV

I took the crust off of my bread and ate the middle. I looked at it, it was a bit green, but I ate it anyway. The Amity probably made bread differently from Erudite or Abnegation.

I was feeling sort of sad, but now I felt... happy.

Tris sat down next to me and I began to share my knowledge of aquaponics with her. I didn't care if she didn't find it interesting, I just wanted to tell her because I was so happy.

"BIOTECHNOLOGY HAS BEEN around for a long time, but it wasn't always very effective," I said. "But Erudite scientists developed this highly effective mineral solution a while back. It was better for the plants than dirt. It's an earlier version of that salve they put on your shoulder—it accelerates the growth of new cells."

I knew she wouldn't exactly listen, but, this stuff is so fascinating!

"So Erudite and Amity work together, then?" she asked.

"More closely than Erudite and any other faction," he says. "Don't you remember from our Faction History book? It called them the 'essential factions'—without them, we would be incapable of survival. Some of the Erudite texts called them the 'enriching factions.' And one of Erudite's missions as a faction was to become both—essential and enriching."

"You aren't going to eat your toast?" I asked her.

"The bread tastes strange," she said. "You can have it if you want."

Hm, interesting. I thought that it tasted good.

"I'm amazed by how they live here," I said, as I took her toast from her plate. "They're completely self-sustaining. They have their own source of power, their own water pumps, their own water filtration, their own food sources…. They're independent."

"Independent, and uninvolved. Must be nice."

"So I take it Amity wasn't one of the factions you had an aptitude for," I asked and grinned.

"No. Keep it down, all right? It's not something I want to broadcast."

"Sorry," I said. "So what were they?" I noticed her tense up.

"Tris," I reassured her, "I'm your brother. You can tell me anything."

"Abnegation, Dauntless," I say, "and Erudite."

"Three factions?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes. Why?"

"It just seems like a lot," I said "It's really difficult for a person to get two results—the program actually doesn't allow it. But to get three… I'm not even sure how that's possible."

"Well, the test administrator had to alter the test," she said. "She forced it to go to that situation on the bus so that she could rule out Erudite—except Erudite wasn't ruled out."

"A program override," I said. I thought that the Aptitude test was pretty much flawless. "I wonder how your test administrator knew how to do that. It's not something they're taught."

"She was Erudite," she said. "A faction transfer. Maybe that's how."

"Maybe," I tapped my fingers, deep in thought. I stopped eating my bread. "What does this mean about your brain chemistry? Or anatomy?"

She laughed. "I don't know. All I know is that I'm always aware during simulations, and sometimes I can wake myself up from them. Sometimes they don't even work. Like the attack simulation."

"How do you wake yourself up from them? What do you do?" I asked. I needed to know what all of this was about. Was it genetic? Can you train yourself?

"I… It's hard to say, because the Dauntless simulations were supposed to end when we had calmed down. But in one of mine … the one where Tobias figured out what I was … I just did something impossible. I broke glass just by putting my hand on it."

How would someone become Divergent? Tris grew up in Abnegation and transferred to Dauntless. Maybe that did something. Where were Mom and Dad from? Maybe it's genetic, so they passed down traits of their old Factions to Tris. But I wasn't Divergent, so that wouldn't make much sense, unless she got recessive traits and I got dominant. or one of our parents were Divergent, so then Tis got those genes, but I didn't...

"Hey," said Tris. "Come back."

"Sorry," I said, snapping out of my trance. "It's just …"

"Fascinating. Yeah, I know. You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you."

I laughed.

"Can we talk about something else, though?" she said. "There may not be any Erudite or Dauntless traitors around, but it

still feels weird, talking about it in public like this."

"All right."

Before I could go on, some Abnegation people came into the cafeteria.

Susan sat down next to me with a small smile. Her hair was pulled back in its usual knot.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Did I interrupt?"

"No," I said. "How are you?"

"I'm well. How are you?"

"What happened?" she said to Four as he sat next to her.

"In their enthusiasm for conflict resolution, the Amity have apparently forgotten that meddling creates

more conflict," said Four. "If we stay here much longer, I am going to punch someone, and it's not going to be pretty."

I raised my eyebrows. This guy needed to take some anger management classes. A few of the Amity at the table next to ours stop talking to stare.

"You heard me," Four said to them. They all looked away.

Marcus came up behind Tris and put his hand on her shoulder. (LIKE A PEDOPHILE! THAT PART BOTHERED ME A LITTLE!)

"She got shot in that shoulder," Four said without looking at Marcus.

"My apologies." Marcus lifted his hand. "Hello."

"What do you want?" she said. Clearly Tris had something against Marcus.

"Beatrice," Susan said quietly. "There's no need to—"

"Susan, please," I said. I didn't want Tris to freak out on her. She presses her lips into a line and looks away.

"I asked you a question."

"I would like to discuss something with you," he said. "The other Abnegation and myself have discussed it and decided that we should not stay here. We believe that, given the inevitability of further conflict in our city, it would be selfish of us to stay here while what remains of our faction is inside that fence. We would like to request that you escort us."

Tris was Dauntless, so she could help defend the Abnegation.

"What do you think?" I she asked.

"I think we should leave the day after tomorrow," said Four.

"Okay. Thank you," said Marcus. I relaxed a little. I was glad that Tris had calmed down a bit.

I picked up my toast and ate the rest of it. I got up and felt happy again. I walked out of the cafeteria with a bounce in my step.

PETERS POV

After breakfast, I felt a lot happier than usual. I walked down the hallway and bumped into Caleb.

"Hello!" I said to him.

"Hi!" he said, and smiled.

"Would you like to hear about aquaponics?" he asked. Then launched into some explanation about biotechnology.

I nodded and laughed and smiled after each of his sentences.

Then I saw Isobel walking down the hallway, looking a bit annoyed.

"Hi Isobel!" I said, running up to her. Caleb trailed behind me.

"No. Not you too!" said Isobel, looking even more annoyed.

"What do you mean 'not me too?'"

"What did you both eat or breakfast?" she asked addressing both of us.

"Toast," we both answered.

She slapped her forehead. "There's peace serum in that! They drug the bread so that everyone is all happy and smiley! Okay, come with me, both of you, before you do something embarrassing."

Suddenly, the Amity weren't creepy anymore. She took my hand and began dragging me down the hallway. Caleb trotted behind us.

I observed Isobel's hair and how she hadn't slapped Caleb and I for being all weird.

"You're nice, Isobel," I said and touched her hair.

"Mhmm," she said, not really paying attention to me.

"Yeah, you are," piped in Caleb. "Especially compared to Four. He's so grumpy all the time. He would have punched us by now."

Isobel muttered something unintelligible. I kept trying to play with her hair, but she kept swatting my hand away.

"Okay, we're here," she said and opened a door and lead both of us inside. I saw four other girls standing around.

Caleb walked over to one of them who had orange hair and started talking to her. The girl rolled her eyes at Caleb and started talking to him.

"Oh come on! Did you bring people on peace serum?" grumbled a girl with dark hair and goldish eyes.

"Verity, these aren't random people! It's Caleb and Peter, and they're probably going to end up embarrassing themselves if they're just... out there," she said.

"Aw, you mean Peter, your boyfriend?" teased Verity.

"When will you cool it with the whole boyfriend thing! Why don't you tease Stella? She's the one who actually has a boyfriend!" said Isobel.

"You don't seem very nice," I said to Verity and pouted my lip. Verity rolled her eyes at me.

"Well you must've done something to get shot," she said, looking at my bandaged shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm not very nice either," I said.

"Okay, lets just calm down now," said Isobel.

"Just don't let them talk or move. The serum wears off a lot faster that way," said another girl, with dark red hair.

"Thanks, Cassia," said Isobel.

So I sat down and didn't talk for a while, neither did Caleb.

xXx

I blinked a few times. "What happened?" I asked Isobel, who was standing above me.

"Peace serum happened," she said. I looked around. Caleb looked just as confused as me.

"How long was I 'out'?" I asked.

"About an hour," she said. "You said some weird stuff, too."

Verity was glaring at me from the corner of the room. "Hey, I'm not 'out' anymore," I said.

"Well...you probably want to leave now," Isobel said to Caleb and I.

"Oh... Okay, bye," I began to leave. "Oh yeah, thanks for putting up with us," I said, and smiled my creepy Amity smile.

"Thats what friends do, right?" she said and smiled back.

IT'S REALLY EASY TO WRITE CALEB'S ANALYTICAL THOUGHTS BECAUSE I ANALYZE THINGS LIKE AN ERUDITE, SO A LOT OF THE STUFF I WROTE ABOUT CALEB'S 'FASCINATION' WITH TRIS' MIND WERE SOME OF MY OWN THOUGHTS. THEN, I REALIZED THAT MY THOUGHTS WERE BECOMING WEIRD AND NOT MAKING SENSE SO I HAD TO EDIT A BUNCH OF STUFF! HAHA! THEN, I BASED HOW VERITY WAS TEASING ISOBEL ABOUT PETER ON HOW MY SISTER, BUTTFACE TEASES ME ABOUT MY GUY FRIENDS! REVIEW PLEASE! STAY PIEFACEINGLY!