MBTI high school

Chapter 63:

Chapter 63: Attack on the Bac - The Exam Before the Exam

The sun hadn't even risen, but chaos was already in full swing.

5:02 AM

The alarm buzzed softly on the nightstand. ISTP cracked open one eye. Just one. He wrestled with himself for three seconds before smashing his hand down on the alarm like it was an annoying mosquito. Silence returned.

...until someone kicked down his door.

- BROOOOOO!!! ESTP roared, barreling into the room like a hurricane in flip-flops.

- Got coffee? ENTP called from behind, juggling a soccer ball under one arm, a banana in his mouth, looking impossibly calm.

ISTP slowly sat up, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot.

- It's 5 AM, he muttered. Are you serious?

- Yep! ENTP said, dropping his bag. It's the Golden Hour, dude-peak brain performance time.

- I brought you a croissant, ESTP added, flinging it onto the bed like a frisbee.

ISTP flopped back down.

- Burn.

- We're already here.

- Exactly.

5:24 AM

While some students were silently wishing certain people dead, ISFP was wishing, with every fiber of her being, to vanish-right there in the class group chat.

ISFP: I dreamed I forgot my exam slip and wrote my essay with lipstick.
ISFP: Is a gel pen allowed?
ISFP: And what if they ask whether man is free???
ISFP: Why is no one answering??

ENFJ launched a video call. Rescue mode: activated.

Her room had been converted into a makeshift coaching studio. A whiteboard behind her, a mug reading "You Got This" in her hands, soft relaxation music playing in the background.

- Hello, my star! ENFJ said with a big smile. Breathe in... breathe out... we're going to survive this day together.

- I'm going to throw up, ISFP sniffled, appearing on screen.

- That's okay, it's just nerves. Visualize success.

- I visualized my coffin.

INFJ appeared quietly, hoodie up, hair braided, eyes deep and calm.

- You've got this, he murmured. Even if you cry, you've survived three philosophy terms already. That's courage. Now, if we're ready...

He smiled.

- Some of you might still want to sleep.

6:03 AM

INTP was still dead asleep, despite her alarm screaming for two hours. Tears almost seemed to come out of it. A fly landed on her nose. Nothing. The door creaked open.

-Today’s the day, her mother said, lifting her arm like a puppet.

She washed herself, dressed herself in her uniform and sat on a chair. INTP mumbled in her sleep:

- If we’re all just ideas in some giant dream… then the bac… doesn’t exist…

Her little sister shoved a slice of toast in her mouth.

INTP was ready. Asleep, but ready.

6:20 AM

Epic music played in the background. ENTJ was already doing push-ups, forehead sweaty, smartwatch on wrist, battle plan pinned to the wall.

After weeks of meditation-cough cough-he decided he couldn't settle for anything less than the legendary "mention très bien."

- Goal: highest honors, he told his reflection. Failure = not an option.

He put on his shirt, checked his bag for the third time, and called INTJ.

- Hey. Remind me of the exact structure for a text commentary.

INTJ, on the other end, had finished revising days ago.

- You already know it. Stop bothering me at six in the morning.

- I'm revising your calm, ENTJ replied, unbothered.

7:10 AM

The group gathered at the school entrance. Energies were... all over the place.

- I forgot my pen, ENFP announced, pulling a tree branch from their bag. But look-I found this on the way!

- Did you forget your brain too? ISTJ asked, handing over a fresh pen.

- Thanks, my favorite banker, ENFP said, forming a heart with their fingers.

- Anyone want candy? ISFJ asked, arms full of snacks.

- Me! shouted ESFP, already made up like a celebrity, wearing a glittery hat. I'm taking the bac... in style.

- Why the perfume?! groaned ESTP. Smells like a whole store in here.

- Because I want the invigilator to remember me.

- In their nightmares, ESTP muttered.

- I just want to be invisible, INFP said, staring at the ground, tragic. This feels like a war movie... except we're dying inside.

The bell rang. Everyone looked up.

The moment had come.

A hand rose slowly.

- Wait... ENTP squinted. Wasn't there a topic on press freedom last year?

- I didn't study that, ISFP panicked.

- I didn't study the syllabus, ENFP added.

- We're doomed, whispered INFP.

- We're ready, ENTJ corrected.

- I want to sleep, ISTP grumbled.

- Me too, INTP said, still half-asleep. Not sure I'm fully awake.

They entered.

The exams could begin.

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📝 Author's Note: Dialogue Style Update

Hey, beloved readers, adventure companions, and MBTI soul detectives!

Starting with this chapter, you'll notice a big change in how the characters speak. Before, it went like:

> - INTJ (annoyed): What? You want my photo?

- ENTP (mocking): Why not?

Now it's more like:

> - What? You want my photo? INTJ asks, annoyed at ENTP's smirk.

- Why not? ENTP smiles slyly, clearly amused by the idea.

Why the change? A kind reader pointed out that my old dialogue read too much like a play. Since I'm neither Molière nor a burnt-out drama teacher, I switched to a more novelistic, immersive style. I'll also rewrite the story properly someday when I'm less lazy.

Don't worry: the humor remains, the antics remain, and your favorite MBTI characters haven't lost their types (well... maybe ENFP forgot theirs somewhere along the way).

Thanks for your feedback, encouragement, and critiques.

Happy reading,
The Author, evolving slowly but surely 🌱

XOXO

Noulanne