MBTI high school

Chapter 45:

Chapter 45: The Recess Reign

By the future king, the prince of playtime, the super-duper-awesome... ENFP (5 years old, almost 6, but shhh)

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Today is recess. And I’ve decided something very important. Something historic.

I’M GOING TO BECOME THE KING OF RECESS.

Like, a real king—with a crown made of leaves, a throne made of tires, and people throwing chips at me like confetti.

But…
But…
But there’s a problem.
I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO BECOME A KING.

I asked ESFP:

— ENFP: How do you become king?

She did a cartwheel and shouted:

— ESFP: By danciiiiing like a staaaaar!

Then she fell into the sandbox.

Hmm. Not very royal.

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I asked ESTJ. She said:

— You have to make a chart with rules, responsibilities, and follow-up sheets.

I didn’t get it. I ran away.

And then… I had a genius idea.
(Dad says my brain is like fireworks, even if sometimes it just fizzles.)

I went to see INTP.

Yep. INTP. The girl who doesn’t talk much, reads books with zero pictures, and naps on tree branches like a philosopher cat.

I showed up like a superhero:

— Me: HI! So, do you know how to become king? Not a boring king, a cool one!

She blinked. Once. Slowly.

Then she said:

— INTP: Why do you want to be king?

— Me: Because it’s recess and I have nothing better to do! Also ‘cause I want people to follow me and say I’m super cool.

She sighed like she was 40. Then she said:

— INTP: Okay. You need three things.

— Me: AAH! Tell me everything, oh great INTP of the mysterious thinker realm!

She gave me a look like, “He’s weird but funny.” Then she said:

1. A plan.

2. Alliances.

3. A display of power.

I wrote that down in my brain. Then I said:

— Me: Wait, what’s a display of power?

— INTP: Something that shows you’re not just a clown with cookies in his pockets.

I checked my pocket. There were cookies. Uh-oh. So I followed her advice:

1. The Plan:
I put a chair right in the middle of the playground. It was my throne. I decorated it with leaves and a popped balloon.

2. The Alliances:
I gave a candy to ESTP to be my bodyguard. He yelled:

— ESTP: OKAY I’M YOUR GUARD BUT YOU GOTTA GIVE ME THE THRONE AFTER.

I said “maybe,” but in my head I thought “never.”

I also asked ISFP if she wanted to be princess. She blushed, put a stuffed toy on her head, and said “hmm… okay.”

3. The Display of Power:
I juggled some pebbles. Well… I dropped one. It hit my foot.
BUT I DIDN’T CRY.

(Okay, maybe just a little. But like, ninja tears. Super discreet.)

And then…

The whole class looked at me.

And ESFJ shouted:

— ESFJ: Long live King ENFP!!

Everyone clapped. Even INTJ raised an eyebrow. That’s huge, coming from him.

I was happy. Like… super happy.
I even shared my cookies with everyone.

(Except ISTP. He was sleeping. Standing up. For real.)

INTP looked at me from afar. She gave a little smile. Like, tiny—but I saw it.
And it was better than a chocolate medal.

So yeah. I’m not just a king.
I’m the king of fun, laughter, and sparkly ideas.

But hey—tomorrow, I wanna be a pirate.
Or an astronaut.
Or a giant sandwich.

We’ll see.