Lock-Ins.....Are evillllllll...

So my church has a 'Coming of Age' thing about every two years, right now the youngest person is twelve and the oldest is fifteen. So 'Coming of Age' is supposed to prepare young adolescents for adulthood and such, we each choose a mentor of the same gender and then we learn things from them that they learned through experience. This apparently includes getting locked in a church with two adults and the rest of the coming of age group. I do not like lock ins at all. I almost hate them as much as I do dresses. And the game Apples to Apples.... Don't like that game much either.  At first it was all right, we had pizza and played a few games I started a food fight on accident *cough* *cough* but then we had to get to the heart of the thing and get all spiritual and stuff. So we sat outside and listened to stories and sang a song or two, then we came inside and read a letter or two that our parents had written recently about our birth or something close to that. One of the kids , Chris, left after that and we really don't know why so that bugged me for about hours! Then we had free time and played Hide and Go Seek, but we had to stay in the church so we turned all the lights off and couldn't turn them, punishment for that was being 'It' again because of cheating. I was the last one to be found three times, which, frankly surprised me. And then, since I forgot a sleeping bad like the blonde I am, I got to sleep on a cushion-y thing that generally stays in the nursery but didn't have a blanket. I stayed up until four-ish because that was when people stopped talking and the storing lessened, but then woke up at six thirty-ish because I was cold, and THEN I couldn't get back to sleep. So I got to read for and watch people sleep for an hour until Ms. Joan woke up and made breakfast. The boys slept in the back of the church while the girls slept in the front, which was where the book bags full of clothing stayed. Jesse-the fifteen year old boy-changed his shirt in front of the girls, because I mean, it's as friggin shirt. Apparently it was more then that because two or three of the girl started yelling at him to change in the back where he was supposed to while blushing furiously. I thought it was one of the most hilarious things that happened there.
CIAO!!
Sleep has it's own cadence, it's own melody Like death, sometimes silent, sometimes rising in a beautiful harmony not quite remembered when from one form or the other you're flying....