Locked In

The roommate situation in my apartment has been . . . out of control.

Within the first 2 months of school, two girls moved out and one moved in.

Then second semester one more girl moved out . . . and yep, you guessed it, one moved in.

Now we have 5 girl and 6 rooms, we don't mind though.

It's me, Sarah, AnnaShay, Anndi, and Anne Parkes, our new addition.

Sarah and AnnaShay are best friends from Tremonton, Utah,

Anndi and Anne Parkes are best friends,

Anndi is from Beaver, Utah

and Anne Parkes (ya, thats just her first name... not middle and first... just her first) is from Nashville, Tennessee.

She is... crazy, funny, keeps us all on our toes!

Anndi, Anne Parkes and I are the three biggest hoodlums in the house. We're all overly sarcastic so we fit well.

One night, the three of us decided we better chill out and head to bed.

Anne Parkes had something different in mind.

Anndi and I share a bathroom, but the three of us are all upstairs by ourselves.

Anndi was brushing her teeth and I was sitting on my bed when I heard Anndi yell that she was gonna beat on Anne Parkes, which isn't unusual. When I went to check what was going on though, Anndi was soaking wet. She ran to her room and I did the same, locking my door behind me.

We could both see Anne Parkes feet under the door, and then watched them as they disappeared. Anndi opened her door first, and was welcomed by another big cup of water in the face. Anne Parkes had climbed up on our bathroom counter and was waiting for one of us to come out.

I tried to get out of my room to see what was going on, but was a little surprised when my door wouldn't open.

Earlier that night we had been talking about serial killers ( I have a weird obsession with serial killers) so I was a little freaked out that one was hiding under my bed and my stuck door was going to be the death of me.

Anndi tried to open it, Anne Parkes tried to open it . . . ya, I locked myself in my own room. It was for a good . . . I dunno ten minutes.

I called my boyfriend and told him what I had done, and all he had to say was, "Did you twist the door knob?" Like I'm some sort of idiot.

I finally got out.

Note: Don't buy a cheap door handle, cause you'll get locked in your room!