𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 || 𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐏 𝐀𝐏𝐏

The sky was dark, yet everything around him was illuminated by the bright white lights hanging above him—almost blinding. As he pulled out onto the track, the screams from the stadium around him threatened to drown out the voice on the speakers above. “Tyga Arison, Number 13.” it announced, and the roar of his engine pulled more noise from the crowd.

He began his first lap around the track as the announcer moved on to the racers behind him, pressing gradually on the pedal, gripping the wheel as his car picked up speed. His hands loosened, palms sliding over the leather, the car swerving around the corners of the road in front of him. His breaths were slow and heavy, fighting off the acceleration in his heart.

”You’re good, kid, but you’re not the best.”

The words hadn’t filled him with shame, or dejection, like they probably should have. Instead, Tyga had taken them as a challenge. Indignance consumed him, even now, at the suggestion he was anything but the number one. He wasn’t, though–not yet. Even so, he had decided he Would be the best. For him, being anything less was unthinkable. He pulled up to the starting line beside the other racers, his car’s rumbling ing the chorus around him.

He practically lived in his racecar, the way he practiced and practiced every time he possibly could, pushing himself, his skills, and his car to the absolute limit—and then beyond—in order to get better than ever.

He glared at the vehicle ahead of him, determination burning everything but the race from his mind. Nothing mattered more than this– To win, win, and win again. To prove that he Was the best and would continue to be the best, competition be damned. The lights, the screams, and the applause; Tyga had reveled in it all from the moment he discovered racing existed. Nothing and No One would keep him from reaching the top.

The announcer’s voice reached his ears once again, hyping up the crowd until the noise was deafening. The sound brought a smile to his face as his grip on the steering wheel readjusted and tightened, his foot hovering over the accelerator.

”Ready?”

Black and white flashed from above the track.

”They’re off!”

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞:

Tyga Arison

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬:

He/Him

𝐀𝐠𝐞:

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡:

8/6/—

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝?

Ultimate Racecar Driver

If possible, please attach an example of your talents to your email alongside this PDF document. This includes any sort of digital portfolio of your work, academic articles you may have written, or even news articles celebrating your accomplishments. Any and all examples are appreciated!

[There is an attachment listing a handful of articles about the young and promising Tyga Arison and the races he has won.]

[A second attachment is present, a link to an online photo gallery, all the pictures of the same brunette boy and a hot pink racecar on different tracks, award ceremonies, and in the midst of races.]

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Tyga hadn’t worried in the slightest about the results of his application, checking his email at the same time once a day, entirely certain that he would succeed. The day the email arrived, he was sitting on the couch in the apartment he shared with his friend, sitting upright on one side of the furniture while she leaned against the armrest on the other, stretched across the seats with the end of her legs resting in his lap. He opened the email with confidence, and was not disappointed. A grin spread on his face, catching the attention of the girl next to him. “What?” she asked, though he didn’t need to give her the answer, as she was well in-tune with his goals and ambitions by now. “Did you get into that fancy Academy program?”

”I have an interview,” he clarified, but she smiled knowingly, fully aware that Tyga already considered himself to be in the program–the interview would go flawlessly, of course, and he would be accepted before long, anyway. Between the two of them, his imminent success was without question. Since Tyga would have to travel to get to the Academy and they wouldn’t see each other for a while, they celebrated early, going out to eat at their favorite restaurant and partying by themselves afterwards.

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Soon enough the day came when Tyga stepped into the building, eyebrows raised slightly in interest as he glanced around the foyer. Of course, he had expected the school to be on the luxurious side, with all the excitement about it, both now and before it had closed. His eyes dropped to the girl at the table, briefly thinking about how the setup was rather pitiful as he approached.

He gave her a nod in greeting, but did not shake her hand, quickly scanning her up and down as he gave her his name. Turning away from her, he walks to sit in the chair furthest from the other student, not bothering to even spare them a glance while he waited to be called in. He didn’t look for the source of the noise when the two people entered, staring indifferently at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. His attention is only drawn when his name is called, following the young man silently, watching him closely as they walked.

Tyga entered the classroom without a word, sweeping the room with his eyes and cocking his head, beginning to wonder if the beauty of the rest of the building was only for show. He made his way to sit in the chair as the other man closes the door behind them, not looking back at him as he ed. He crosses his arms, staring at the chair opposite him until his interviewer sat down. He looked him up and down, just as he did to the girl at the desk, a vague hint of judgment in his eyes.

“If you’re nervous, just take a deep breath,” he advises, shifting his folders around before opening one in front of him and retrieving a pen, “We’re in no rush, and I’m no professional.. In fact, if all goes well, we could be classmates before you know it, so I won’t be offended if you want to take things easy and talk to me like a friend. As long as I get what you’re trying to say, I can always make you look a little better on paper, right?”

Tyga scoffed, lips curling in bitter amusement at the suggestion. He ran his hand through his hair, crossing one leg over the other as he rolled his eyes. “Oh, as if. I don’t need you to make me look good, I’m already great on my own.”

He taps the back of his pen against the paper before him and offers you a playful wink across the table before chuckling and shaking his head.

“Kidding, of course. But still, just relax and speak your mind. We’ll start whenever you’re ready.”

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𝐎𝐍𝐄

“Alright. Firstly, what are your reasons for applying? How are you hoping for the Talent Cultivation Program to improve your skills, or your life?”

His expression was unimpressed, staring at the young man as if the answer to the question should be obvious.

”Becoming an ultimate means you’re the absolute best at what you do.” Tyga stated, gesturing with his hand as he spoke. “When I become the ultimate racecar driver, it will be harder for anyone to deny that I’m the best racer in the world. Everyone will know my name, and I’ll make my very own mark on racing history.”

𝐓𝐖𝐎

“What are your goals for the future? Whether you plan to remain with Amaji Academy in the future or not, it’s our mission to help you realize any dreams you might have involving your area of expertise.”

He let out a soft huff, feeling as though the answer to this question was too similar to the last one. He crossed his arms again, considering for a moment before answering, not wanting to be repetitive. “Just having the ultimate racecar driver title isn’t actually enough to be the best. Once I have it, I’m going to race at every track in the world, and I’m going to be the best at each one, no matter who my opponents are.”

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“Do you consider yourself good at resolving conflict? If, for example, you found yourself in a situation involving a rude or cheating classmate, how would you usually deal with it?”

“Huh?” He grumbled, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “What’s with the total topic change all of the sudden…”

He tapped his arm with one finger, once again thinking about his answer. “A rude classmate…I won’t care.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Let them talk. That’s below me, not worth my time at all. A cheater, though…” he trailed off, frowning. “Is unacceptable. Only those who put in the work to earn their spot in life deserve to stand on the same level as me. I’ll expose them for what they really are, and make sure they know they’ll never be able to stand eye-to-eye with me, or anyone who has put effort into getting where they are.”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“Are you in any way religious or spiritual? Either way, your answer won’t affect your chances of getting into the program. Consider it a question of curiosity, not eligibility.”

The question didn’t quite surprise him. This school Was a Catholic one, after all. But that had no standing in his decision to apply here. “No.” He replied. “Maybe as a child, I was, but that was a long time ago.” He shrugged.

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“If you are accepted into the Talent Cultivation Program, do you have any health issues, dietary restrictions, or housing requirements we would need to know about? We can’t accommodate requests for single-occupancy dorms, but we’ll try our best to consider anything else.”

Tyga shook his head, though he didn’t enjoy the idea of living with anyone other than his friend Victoria. “I’m one hundred percent healthy.” He announced, a bit of pride noticeable in his tone. “I’ve never had any lasting health issues.”

𝐒𝐈𝐗

“Lastly, and.. To be honest with you, this question is one that I like to ask, personally, so.. Be as thorough or as vague as you like. What would you consider to be the most important thing in your life? Whatever the answer, I don’t judge.”

He frowned. That was a bit of a weird question, and Tyga paused to think it over. He stared at the young man before him. “What’s most important to me…” he mumbled. “I think that’s obvious by now. It’s being the best at what I do. Earning my place at the top. Nothing’s worth it if I don’t give it my all.” He answered.

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The questioning ended, and Tyga watched him scribble some last minute notes down before shutting his folder.

“Well, that’s all. I’d love to talk some more, but.. Just between you and me, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities to chat in the near future.” he says, and Tyga gives him a withering look, evidently uninterested in the idea of speaking to him again. He pointedly chose not to respond as they both rose and headed to the door, only to be stopped just as they reached it.

“Oh, right. You should officially hear from istration by the end of the week. And.. I believe that’s all. Now, let me walk you out.” he offers, and Tyga cringes. “I’d rather you not.” He protests, but the young man continues to accompany him anyway, much to Tyga’s annoyance. He leaves the building with a small scowl, stopping and running his hands through his hair before pulling out his phone to call his friend as he made his way back to the hotel he was currently staying in.

It was no surprise to Tyga when, a few days later, a new email was dropped in his inbox, listing the details of his acceptance and an invitation to a welcoming party.

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