SOOOOO I CAN'T SLEEP TODAY! I DID MY FRENCH PROJECT AFTER PROCRASTINATING UNTIL AROUND 10:15 AT NIGHT! THEN, I COULDN'T SLEEP, SO I DREW ON MY HANDS AND ARMS! NOW I'M HERE! AND IT'S ALMOST 1:00 AM! BUT WHATEVER! I DON'T ENJOY SLEEPING ANYWAY!

CALEB'S POV

My hands shook in fear and anger. Tris looked at me with her drug hazed eyes and i saw a look of betrayal before they shut. I gulped and tried not to cry. There was no convincing Tris that I was a spy now. She would never believe me. She probably hated me now. Probably wanted to kill me.

"You can go now," said Jeanine. I turned and took stiff steps towards the door. I went to the room where all of my friends were. Everyone but Stella gave me a sympathetic look. Stella was looking down at the ground and gritting her teeth. I swore I could hear her teeth cracking because she was clenching her jaw so hard. She then muttered a string of profanities all directed at Jeanine.

"Lets get out of here,' said Sunny quietly. We all walked up to the rooms. I climbed into my bed and sobbed into my pillow.

I heard the door open with a soft creak. Stella stood there in the door frame with a pained expression on her face. She closed the door and walked over to my bed.

"Caleb," she said, in a gentle voice which she almost never used.

"Yeah," I croaked and let out a short sob.

"I'm not going to lie. Everything isn't okay right now. Tris probably... severely dislikes you. But we can still help her. We can break her out of here," she said.

I grabbed onto her words. They were pretty much my last hope. I nodded. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

"It's okay. You can cry," she said.

I rested my head on Stella's shoulder and my body was racked with sobs. Stella hugged my and stroked my hair without saying anything.

I stopped crying after what felt like hours. Stella took my hand and stood me up.

I felt better, not good, but better.

xXx

My friends, Peter and Isobel came to my room. It was 3:30 am. We weren't planning to get caught 'plotting'.

I was up late thinking about a plan and I in finally got one.

"So what exactly is your plan?" asked Peter.

"Okay, so, Peter, you are the biggest part of this plan. If you fail, the plan fails," I said

Peter nodded. He had an annoyed look on his face.

"Okay, so basically, we need to make it look like Tris is dead," i said.

"How exactly do we do that?" asked Daniel, without even a hint of his usual sarcasm.

"There's that paralytic serum. We could dye it the color of the death serum and switch them. Isobel, you guard the serum room, right?"

Isobel nodded.

"You need to let us get in there on one of your shifts to dye the serum," I said.

"Alright. Easy enough," she said.

"Then, after the serum is injected, Peter needs to switch out the live wire on the heart monitor for a dead one. I'm not completely sure how to do that, though," I said.

"Oh! I can help with that," said Luke.

"Good," I said. "The rest of you are a distraction if something goes wrong. Confuse people. Knock them out if you have to. Don't let Peter get caught," I said.

Meg looked around nervously. "I don't know if I want to do this. They might lock us up. Kill us even," she said.

"Well then, Meg, if you're too scared to get caught and jailed to save someones life, then go. But if you do, you can't tell Jeanine about the plan," snarled Stella.

Meg looked at Stella like she was crazy and walked out the door. Erudite's weren't very selfless. A fire flared up in my stomach.

"We don't need her," said Isobel. "Just keep explaining."

I paused for a second and continued. "Okay, then Peter gets Tris out through the trash chute. Try and get Four out, too" I said.

Peter looked like he was about to argue, but the decided against it.

"Everyone got the plan?" I asked. Everyone nodded. There was an empty space where Meg had been.

"Good. Hopefully luck will be on our side," I said.

DID YOU LIKE IT? DOES THE PLAN MAKE SENSE AT ALL? MEG IS BASED OFF OF ONE OF MY FRIENDS BUT I REALIZED THAT 'MEG' IS A BUTTFACE SO, INSTEAD OF DOING SOMETHING TO HER IN REAL LIFE I DID SOMETHING TO HER IN THIS STORY! YEAH... THAT SEEMS SORTA MESSED UP NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, BUT IT'S BETTER THAN VERBALLY SLAPPING HER! AND MY FRIENDS DON'T KNOW THAT I WRITE FAN FICTION SO THE POSSIBILITY THAT 'MEG' OR ANY OF MY FRIENDS THAT KNOW HER SEEING THIS IS VERY RARE! ALSO, READ THE GONE SERIES IF YOU CAN HANDLE VIOLENCE! IT'S FREAKING AMAZING! REVIEWS PLEASE! STAY PIEFACEINGLY!