Emmett had been shoved into lockers (enjoyably and less so), stuffed into lockers, kicked into lockers and on one memorable occasion involving Crisco and a linebacker who thought he was funny, slid into a locker, but he'd never until today been yanked into one. By somebody already inside it.
He wouldn't normally be in the school building during break week, but tucked into the Fashion Design book he'd left in his locker was a certain magazine that he... decided he had need of. For intellectual purposes.
Later on he'd acknowledge that what followed it was his own fault, both for not paying attention to what the
locker number was -- it was in the brochure, even -- and for sticking his incurably nosy nose anywhere near a locker left randomly hanging half-open in the hallway, but there was a Cattlemen of Montana calendar tacked up inside it and -- look, the point is we know how this ends.
It ends with Emmett Honeycutt yelling "Helllllllp! Anybody! Everybody! Hellllp! I'm trapped in a locker and there's somebody IN HERE WITH ME!" and not really expecting to be rescued anytime soon, because... school building. Break week. Yeah.
[OOC: for... me, because I couldn't not. And because there's actually a point.]