MBTI high school

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: "Mafia and Misunderstandings"

On an ordinary morning, ISFJ got up with a slight dizziness and a strange feeling in the throat. She tried to hide her weakness with a smile, as she often did. But ISTJ, always attentive to details, did not fail to notice that something was wrong. He scrutinized her with a critical eye.

— ISTJ : "You are sick."

ISFJ, pale cheeks but forced smile, shook his head.

— ISFJ: "No, no, everything is fine. Just a little fatigue."

ISTJ was not one to ignore obvious signs. Without a word more, he helped her get up and made a quick decision.

— ISTJ: "I'm taking you home."

Before she could protest, Istj took her to her car and took her to her house, recommending that she rest. But what they didn't know was that their discreet departure had aroused unexpected suspicions... Meanwhile, ESFJ and Infpper wandered in the corridors of the school, desperately seeking their friend. ESFJ, always worried about everyone, frowned.

— ESFJ: "It's weird, she doesn't answer her messages... Do you think she's okay?"

INFP, a little dreamy, suddenly stopped and whispered:

—INFP: "What if she had been... kidnapped?" ESFJ's eyes widened.

— ESFJ: "By... the mafia?!"

— INFP: "Oh no, not the mafia! They are known to remove people without leaving a trace!"

ESFJ's hyperactive brain ignited instantly. Without losing a second, she grabbed her phone and, in total panic, alerted not only the police, but also the FBI. A few hours later, a team of FBI agents in dark suits discreetly landed in the neighborhood, their serious faces. They approached ISFJ's house, where ISTJ had just come out after making sure ISFJ was resting. He closed the door with a sigh, ready to go back to his business, when suddenly...

— FBI (shouting) "On the ground!"

Before he could react, he found himself slammed on the ground, handcuffed in the blink of an eye by half a dozen FBI agents in black suits and sunglasses. total confusion.

— ISTJ (trying to stay calm): "I think there is a misunderstanding."

— FBI: "Silence! You are accused of being a member of the Mafia!"

Lying face down, Istj remained stoic. He wasn't the type to get carried away easily, but there, it was getting ridiculous. He turned his head towards the house and called ISFJ.

— ISTJ: "ISFJ ! Come and explain to them that it is a misunderstanding."

ISFJ appeared at the door, a blanket on the shoulders, still a little weak. She looked at the scene in front of her with wide eyes.

—ISFJ: "ISTJ ? I... I can't believe you're part of the mafia!"

He stared at her, dumbfounded. ISTJ remained motionless for a few seconds, before sighing deeply, totally jaded by the situation.

— ISTJ (cold): "Seriously?"

The FBI agents exchanged puzzled looks, wondering if it was really a joke or not. Meanwhile, INFP and ESFJ came running out of breath to discover the chaotic scene.

— ESFJ (panned): "Don't worry, ISFJ, we called the FBI in time!"

ISTJ, still on the ground, let out a slight grunt.

— ISTJ: "What did you do?"