Jenna's mom stomped downstairs. Why did her daughter have to be such a brat?
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Still in a bad mood, she flung the door open and snapped at the person standing there. "What?"
"Hi, my name's Steve. I'm here for Jenna," he said, smiling. Really, though, it was actually more of a leer. And Jenna's mother noticed it.
"Oh no, you're not. Jenna is forbidden from leaving this house until she starts acting like a teenage girl should."
"Oh really?" Steve said.
"Yes, really. Now I think you should leave. Now!" she shouted.
"I don't think so," he said.
"Excuse me?"
Steve only smiled and reached into his pocket for the wishing stone.
