MBTI high school

Chapter 50:

Chapter 50: ISFJ, the (Almost) Unknown Justice Keeper

Hello. I'm ISFJ. But you can call me... uh... actually, no, don’t call me, it’s not that important. I’m just a normal little girl. Normal, but... I really like helping the teacher. A lot.
Not to get candy or gold star stickers, okay? Just because otherwise it’s chaos, and chaos... it makes me sweat from my forehead.

— Noulanne: Wow.

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On the first day of preschool, while the others were crying, screaming, or eating their crayons (I swear), I was already up with a tissue in my hand, wiping a chair “just in case someone put yogurt on it” (even though it wasn’t even snack time yet).

Since that day, I became the Justice Keeper of the Classroom.

I watch over the others. I say "sit properly" to the ones acting like giraffes on their chairs. I say "raise your hand" to those who talk louder than the teacher.
And I tidy up. A lot. Other people's stuff too. Even things we haven’t even used yet.

But sometimes… I wish I could… you know… just do whatever.
Like ESFP, who shows up every morning wearing a flashing princess dress and jumps around on the carpets like she’s starring in a music video.
Or ENFP, who runs everywhere shouting:

— ENFP: I’m a ninja unicorn dragoooon!

Even though no one asked.

I’d love to say weird stuff like that too.
Or stick stickers on my teeth.
But if I did, who would line up the paint pots in the right rainbow order? Huh?!

And then... there’s ESTP. He’s my “friend-not-friend.”
He’s always teasing me.
He hides my stuff, calls me “Miss Police,” and stuffs pieces of paper into my backpack.
One day, he even put a booger in my pencil case (okay, it was a fake one, but still, that’s serious).
I told him, "I’m telling the teacher," but he answered:

— ESTP: Go ahead, you’re the second teacher anyway, right?

And now there’s the new kid, ENTP, hanging out with him.
He’s the king of crazy ideas.
One day he said:

— ENTP: What if we held a trial to see if ISFJ is a real justice keeper or a secret spy sent by the grown-ups?
I'm pretty sure it’s my mom’s idea…

They even made a fake microphone out of a toilet paper roll. A toilet paper roll!

I didn’t say anything. I just sighed and cleaned up their mess.
But in my head, I screamed “aaaaaaaah.”

Sometimes, I want to give up, take off my invisible justice keeper cape, jump in the mud with everyone else, shout “poop and pee” for no reason, and stick a sticker on the teacher’s cheek just to see her face.

But well... I’ll do that... after I finish sorting the markers from lightest to darkest.
Promise.