The taxi's tires finally hit the dirt road leading up to my new school. It almost seemed like it had been two weeks since I had that strange conversation with the taxi driver. In fact, I think it HAS been two weeks since that conversation. To the day. The stupid author… I mean driver... got lost and couldn't find the direction to take to further the story… I mean car ride… and so I'd been sitting in the back of this cab for a fortnight.
The taxi came to a halt in front of an old brick house, which seemed to be on the premises of the school. I took a long, dramatic look at the house as the camera slowly zooms outward. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of movement from the top right set of windows. It was a man, peering menacingly down at me through the pulled aside draperies. He was too far to see many details about him, but he definitely had slicked back hair, impeccably groomed facial hair, and was wearing a trenchcoat. Our eyes met for a slight second, and then he vanished behind the draperies, back to where he came from.
"Alright, here we are. Anubis House, School-Where-House-of-Anubis-Takes-Place Academy," the cabbie said.
"Yeah, well, it would have been nice if I could have gotten here sooner. You know, I could call the cops on you for holding me for two weeks against my will."
"You're lucky, you know. If it wasn't for various people suggesting that this story continue, you'd probably be stuck in the cab for all of eternity."
"Even before the Pepsiman reference?"
"Yes, even before the Pepsiman reference."
"Wow..." I said, sort of to myself, but also to the cabbie at the same time. "Oh, one more thing."
"Yes?"
"What happened to your accent? You were talking in some dialect when I got in this cab."
"I forgot that I made that character speaking in a dialect, so when I started writing this part of the story and I realized that I hadn't, I didn't feel like rewriting the dialogue I had already written."
"Wait, did you just refer to yourself as, 'that character' or am I just making things up?"
"Forget it, you'll understand when you're older."
I exited the cab and didn't say anything more to the cabbie, and I didn't even pay him or tip him or anything because that's just how Americans act, and he had to freaking learn sometime. I grabbed my suitcase and started walking towards the front door. I only brought one suitcase because I travel lightly, ok? Anyways, as I was about to touch the doorknob, the earth opened up and sucked down the taxi cab, along with the driver, down into the molten core of the earth. The crevice then closed up, like nothing had happened. I didn't think anything of it because that taxi driver was a jerk or something.
I turned the doorknob clockwise, and started to open the door. It worked exactly like a door should. Beyond the door, as I saw after I had used the door to it's fullest capabilities, stood the man I had seen in the window just moments before.