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Light green hair, loose jeans, baggy sweater, warm smile.
ENFP winked at herself in the mirror.
The hair curling tutorial she tried yesterday seemed to be working, her bob bouncing enthusiastically as she leant closer to check the state of her bangs. A little uneven, it poofed up more on the right side, but that would do. She’d make up for it with a bright smile and plenty of energy.
Oh, she just couldn’t wait to meet all the new people!
It was a wonderful opportunity, a chance to prove herself and meet other brilliant and aspiring youth. Apparently, alumni had directed blockbuster films and won Oscars – she couldn’t wait to take advantage of all the state-of-the-art facilities. The DSLR cameras, the specially designed props, the hand-sewn costumes…
A sudden jolt startled her out of her reverie.
A curse spat from the driver’s seat, brakes squealing as the car protested against the ungraceful stop.
The girl who had suddenly stepped onto the road glanced at the car, making no move to speed up her walk from one pavement to another. One hand rested lazily in her pants pocket as the other waved cheerfully at them.
ENFP waved back with a grin.
A pair of tall, pristine white gates stood invitingly open. They glimmered under the sun's rays, so reflective she could barely make out vague shadows of movement on the walls as students streamed past. Behind them, towers and blocks stood in the distance, enveloped in the early morning haze.
ENFP slung her backpack over one shoulder, clutched her suitcase, and smoothed over her hair one last time before stepping out of the car into a new sky.
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Gong.
ENFP took a deep breath, closing her eyes to savour the fresh morning air, full of promise and opportunity.
Gong.
She opened them, ready to face the day.
Gong.
Huh, that was strange.
All the students she had seen milling around had vanished, a strange quiet settling over her surroundings in the absence of their chatter. The whitewashed walls that seemed so magnificent a few minutes ago now stood silent and foreboding, amplifying every miniscule sound or movement she made. Shielding her gaze from the glare of the sun, ENFP glanced all around her.
Gong.
The chiming was incessant, emanating from somewhere ahead of her. Squinting, she could just see the outline of a tower. Excitedly, she rushed forwards, her bag and suitcase clattering heavily against her legs as she sprinted towards the tower.
Nearing it, a large round disk could be seen, dominating the top half of an entire wall. Thick pieces of metal pointed just a little past the nine and five.
Shit.
She was late.
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A piece of paper fluttered to the ground in her wake.
Welcome to the Myers-Briggs Institute for Talented Individuals!
We are writing with great enthusiasm to inform you of your acceptance into our prestigious academy. You have deeply impressed us with your skills and passion. Wherever your unique interests may lie, we hope that they shall flourish throughout your time here.
Over the course of four years, you will be closely integrated into our community, meeting and working with likewise motivated and gifted peers, as well as learning from the most esteemed of teachers. Whatever resources you may need are already at your disposal.
Please join us on Monday, September 1st for Orientation, which will take place in the Auditorium at precisely 9:00.
We look forward to meeting you.
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Breathing a sigh of relief, ENFP slid into the cool dark interior of the auditorium.
The door slammed behind her.
All eyes turned to stare at the newcomer, who only gave a bright smile in response.
Stumbling past a row of students and knocking into every one of their knees until she collapsed into the first empty seat, she was glad to find it velvety soft and cool to the touch – the abnormally intense sun today had taken a toll on her, never mind her heavy suitcase and subconscious anxiety.
“—and as students of this respected Institution, we expect all of you to follow your passions with ambition and determination, to carry yourselves with grace, and above all, to work with each other as a diamond sharpens another diamond. We have deliberately created a diverse class with different interests, talents, and personalities, and we hope that you will all…”
She was zoning out, distracted by the rich darkness of the purple locks belonging to someone sitting a seat below her, when a series of footsteps, shuffles, and muffled complaints sounded from her left. She had just tucked in her legs when a dark shadow brushed past and crashed into the empty seat beside her.
She glanced at the other unlucky late-comer.
“The school’s pretty difficult to navigate, right? I got lost too; I came in just now. What’s your name?”
Blank, lifeless pupils and dark eyebags stared back at her.
Pale lips befitting a vampire mumbled something too low to catch.
Before she could continue her inquiry, undaunted by the lack of response, the girl grunted and turned away from her. As she shifted in the seat, the light glinted off something glossy stuck to her hoodie. ENFP could just make out a messy scrawl roughly in the shape of letters.
Hello, I’m
INTP
Feel free to talk to me!
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