The Fault in The System (MBTI)

How it Works

"Alena!" I laughed, racing down the hill in the ISFJ sector. I was a mere 6 years old in age, as was my twin sister whom I was chasing. I had a hard time making friends so all I had was her, but I didn't mind. Our older brother , who was 8, was trailing behind.

"Catch me if you can! I'm faster than you!" Alena shouted back at me, knowing that I love taking up challenges. This made me race even faster, as we bolted down the hill as fast as our little legs would take us. We laughed as we neared the house, because we knew that mom was home from her work at the hospital.

"Mom! Guess what Mackenzie, Jonathan, and I did today? We built a clubhouse!" Alena said, as Jonathan hugged our mom. Alena and I headed inside. It was getting late and after dinner and playtime we went to our room, ready to fall asleep.

"Mackenzie?" Came a small whisper from across the room.

"Yes?"

"We're going to stick together forever, promise?"

"Promise."

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I woke up in the morning, the sun was coming through the window. I yawned, going over my schedule for the day. I suddenly froze, realizing what today was. Today was the day of the test, the test that determined everything. Everyone had to take it on their 15th birthday. I got out of bed and get dressed, brushing my brown hair. My hazel eyes had bags under them, I couldn't sleep last night.

I walked downstairs, smelling the pancakes my father cooked. Our household was small, with only my parents, Alena and I. Alena was sitting at the table as well as my mom, they were talking about something. Mom and Dad at me and nervously smiled, my dad offered me pancakes. I could feel the tension in the room.

"I'll have one, thanks." I sat down at the checkered table, looking at my mom.

"We were just talking about how your father and I were the perfect match. Alena here was worried, you know, about the test and her 'soulmate' as the general puts it." Mom explained.

"No one can be good enough for me." Alena joked while smiling, I returned the smile. Though it wasn't real, I was nervous. I cleared my throat.

"What happens if Alena and I are separated? I can't handle that, I don't want to be alone." I questioned my mother. Though my father anwered from the stove.

"What makes you so sure you will get separated?" He asked me.

"Because we are different in alot of ways, we are most certainly different types. Think about it, there is about a 7% chance we can theoretically be the same type ." I explained, as dad gave me a plate of steaming pancakes. I didn't feel like eating, but I did anyway.

"Mom, dad, I don't want to leave you." Alena's eyes were watering, "It's not fair that they tear families apart! Look what happened to Jonathan! We haven't seen him in 3 years!!" Her sadness quickly turned to anger. I looked at my plate, suddenly very interested in it.

"We get to visit mom and dad twice a year..." I quietly stated, poking my food.

"But why? Why do we have to be sent away!? Why--"

"Alena. We have to go. I'm sorry, but this is how it works. We can't do anything about it." Mom said, opening the front door. I walked out, my sister fuming behind me. Secretly, I knew what I am going to do when we get separated. The car started and we were off.