Right: Be yourself

Rocketgirl walked to the door on the right, but it slammed in her face. Rolling her eyes and sighing, she walked to the door on the left, but it also slammed shut.

"What am I supposed to do now?" she asked.

"Oh, come on, Rocketgirl," Ms Jensen said. "You're Rocketgirl. You don't just walk through the doorway to your future. You sprint, embracing whatever lies ahead like the champion you are."

"Are you seriously going to make me run through one of these doors? Why would I do that? You've given me no reason to trust you."

"I'm afraid you don't have much choice. You can stay right where you are if you'd prefer. You can die there for all I care. But if you're going to continue through the funhouse, you're going to do it by my rules. I haven't held back in designing this funhouse. Why should I let you hold back in playing it? You're a superheroine who runs really fast. So do it. Show me you are who you say you are."

The doors opened up again. Rocketgirl read their inscriptions again. "Be myself, eh? Fine. Have it your way." She sprinted through the door on the right.