The only lock-in I ever attended was in seventh grade, some youth-group-sponsored affair. We snuck through the narrow hallways after the chaperones had fallen asleep and exhausted hours playing hide and seek, then truth or dare, then, finally, spin the bottle. I didn't care that the boys were only participating to have a chance to kiss my best friend; I cared that there were only six of us playing, which meant that Justin Morris's spin would eventually have to land on me. Of... More >>>