GIGI'S VERSION

So, I was at flute class, as snig mentioned, and we went into the closet to annoy Caroline, the flute teacher. We brought gay-land, the PVPA freak, to freak her out. Then we shut the door to further freak her out. However, bad things started happening. Outside, one of the other floutists grew pale, stumbled, and fainted. So Caroline was kind of busy. Meanwhile, back in the closet, Snig and I discoved that the door would not open. Then we started banging on the door for someone to let us out. Gay-land started muttering, "I hate you guys. I hate life." Of course, no one belived us. So, ten minutes later, when we had a free flow of rhodopson, we got desprate. The class had finally acknowledged (spell check provided by sodium) that we were locked in the closet, and they couldn't open the door, either. So, I had to use the indiglo on my watch to get the paperclip off my neclace so Snig could pick the lock. Of course, that didn't work. The closet was about four square feet and gettng realy hot and stuffy. Caroline had to call one of her friends to come with his tool box to remove the doorknob. He succeded, half an hour after we had gone into the closet.