So, I totally conked out for ages. I mean, it was the kind of sleep that could’ve made me miss school—if we actually had school, which we don’t. It was such a weird sleep, too. I had these trippy colors and shapes swirling around. Like, thanks brain, I really needed a psychedelic light show while I napped. Once I finally woke up from my light show, there was a guy my age with shoulder-length dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin standing over me. Total emo. Like, a member of the “Suicide Squad” emo. Okay, that was in bad taste. Sorry. I sat up in shock. “Who are you?!” I asked because I’m obviously not into people watching me while I sleep. He gave a lopsided smile. “Anubis,” He said, sitting down next to me, crisscrossing his legs. “But most people call me Annie.” “Like the-” “Yes, like the orphan. Don’t mention it,” He said, blowing some of his dark hair out of his face. I sat up and crossed my arms. “I suppose this is where I introduce myself?” “That would be helpful.” I sighed and stood. “Well, my name is Abi. I’m from London,” I said, looking around. God, it was dark down here. Annie’s eyes widened, and he stood. “Ooh, you’re a long way from home, then,” He said, his smile fading a bit. “Well, where am I?” “The Duat. Or, as you call it, the Afterlife.”
