In the Goblin King's throne-room was where Sarah found herself, still holding the bag of trash that she was reluctantly taking out. It took her a few seconds to recognize where she was before she dropped the trash at her feet with a "what the-"
"Find anything unusual, Sarah?" the Goblin King said from behind. Sarah turned and glared at him. Yes, she had grown up slightly from her childish ways, but by no means had she forgiven him for putting her through such a terrifying ordeal. But, she didn't want to be rude. She wanted answers.
"Why the heck am I back here? I didn't wish for anything."
"How conceited to think that I only grant your wishes," he told her as he poofed up a crystal. He blew on it and the sphere floated towards her, and transformed into a comfy looking chair with a flick of his hand. Sarah unceremoniously flopped onto the chair.
"Your stepmother wished you away," he said bluntly. This threw Sarah into a mental rage.
"OF ALL THE-"
"WITH! Good intentions, Sarah," he explained, calming her storm before it could really start, or at least bring her from boiling to steaming. He quietly gestured for Sarah to take a deep breath before he continued. "In her words, she said 'I wish you would learn some respect,' and quite frankly, I'd agree with her, but her choice of words was poor."
Sarah did indeed take that deep breath, reducing her steam to a residual heat. "Explain," she beckoned.
"All adults," he elaborated, "believe that teenagers have no respect." Sarah glared at the thought of being compared to other teenagers. "In reality, teenagers are testing their boundaries. They're trying to see how much freedom they really have. The words that I would have used would have been 'I wish you would take me more seriously, have a keener sense of responsibility, and understand that I am not your enemy.'"
Sarah was slightly dumbstruck. "I'm not like other-"
"Every teenager says that." Without any ado, the Goblin King started to fade away.
"Time to explain the rules to dear old Mummy."
