SHARON PERRY - ANGEL

Sharon Perry lives in Lawrenceville, Georgia. Becoming a writer has always been in her. At the age of eight years old, she was telling fantasy stories and creating a fantasy world. She is a nurse currently, but with encouragement from her family, she decided to pursue writing.
"God gifted her with this talent to inspire his people," she says.
 Joining Full Sail University, she is pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing, learning all the aspects of becoming an exceptional writer. Sharon likes to write inspirational stories and fantasy stories that all can enjoy.

ANGEL

    The alarm went off at 5:30 am, I hopped out of bed to start my morning routine. Glancing out of my fifth-floor apartment window, the streets of New York looked beautiful. I glided across my bathroom floor, listening to Michael Jackson's song PYT. "I'm going to have a wonderful day," I said to myself. Today is when I pitch my idea on the new project; then, I get to have lunch with my life's love. After the warm waterfall hit my body all over, I brushed my pearly whites, and I looked in the mirror-like damn you look good. Still jamming to Michael, I was off to work.  
     I opened the door to find a shaggy mop with teeth looking at me. I give the mutt a treat and head towards the elevator; the mutt starts to follow me. The dog could use a hair trim but overall, it is a cute little thing. I enter the elevator, and shaggy mutt follows. Screech, Screech, Clang!! The elevator moves downwards. "I've never heard that sound before," Rae said. "This elevator needs some oil, but nothing is going to stop me; it is my day."
     Clang, Clang, Boom!!! The elevator stopped, "What the hell," I say. "Why did this elevator stop?" I hit every button and scream for help, but nothing. "No, no! this can't be happening to me," I say to myself. Just like that, the nightmare on elm street happened. I'm on punked, that's it, I'm on TV, they want to see if I'll panic. Ok, I'll play along.  I looked at my watch and ten minutes had already passed. "Ok, this is not funny anymore," I say. "I'm not going to panic; you can let me out now; seriously, I have to get to work." 
"No one is coming, you know," the mutt said. 
"Wait, you can talk?" I said. "Oh, Rae, girl, you are losing your mind. "A talking dog, uh, pull yourself together, Rae."  
     A quick roller coaster jolt, yes, we were going to move, and nothing again. I'm freaking out, and this is real. I'm stuck with the garbage disposal, which has the fragrance of poop pouri. 
"You stink," I said, holding my nose. 
"I just took a lake bath four weeks ago," the mutt said. 
"Ok, since I've lost my mind, I'll bite," I said. "So, mutt, you got a name," I asked. 
"Names Oscar," he said. 
"Ok, Oscar, my name is Rae."
"I know your name; I hear it from the tall tree with legs and a beard."
"Wait, what," I said, puzzled.
"The human you call a man."
"Brad, my boyfriend."
"Yea, I don't like him. He's no good for you."
"What do you know, you're a mutt."
"Well, this mutt is looking out for you."
"How! please enlighten me," I yelled!
"Calm down," Oscar says. "You human females are so dramatic." 
 He proceeds to explain to me what he saw and heard. 
"The last night you and Brad where at your place, I saw him take something off your computer," Oscar said." "After that, I saw him call someone, sounded like a female."
"You heard a telephone conversation from the landscape, and you know it was a female," I said. 
"Dogs have great hearing, you know, plus your window was up. " May I finish."
"Go ahead."
     Oscar told me Brad left my apartment and met up with another female named Mandy. He gave Mandy the notes he had taken off my computer. The plan was for Mandy to do my presentation, Brad would follow up and support her, and they both would get my promotion, leaving me with nothing. He proceeded to tell me how Brad had rigged the elevator to delay me. 
"Why would they do that?" I asked. "Mandy is a witch at times, but she has never done anything like this. "Brad loves me. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me."
"I heard Brad tell Mandy, he was tired of you thinking you were better than everyone else, always the favorite in the office, playing innocent," Oscar said. 
  I didn't know what to think, as my eyes gleamed with fire, my face became that of a she-devil, and if I didn't know any better, I swear I grew the horns of a bull. I thought of ways I could kill Brad and Mandy and get away with it. Who was I kidding? I'm not a killer.
 Hopelessness struck my inner core. Raindrops filled my eyes. How could I have let this happen? I can't help it that I'm a go-getter. 
"Rae, pull yourself together," Oscar said. "You can still do this."
"You know what," I say. "Your right, Oscar."
"I have a plan; would you trust me on this?" Oscar said.
"Against my better judgment, I'm putting my trust in a dog." We are trapped. "We have to get out of here first."
"Wait," I say. "I have my phone. "I can call for help."
"Great," Oscar said. 
"Dang it, no signal. "I need to climb up some so I can get a signal."
  I take off my shoes and proceed to climb the handrails. Before I could get up the railings, I heard a voice asking if anyone was in the elevator. "I yelled out," Yes. The man's voice asked me to hold on. Lightning bolt fasts, the door opened, and I dashed out with a quick thank you. 
    Flo-Jo style, I ran out of the building, with Oscar on my tail. We hopped in the car and speed towards the job. I stopped let Oscar out. As he looked back at me, he tells me to trust him. I get there in record time and enter the gray and blue skyscraper building. Brad and Mandy's expression of two deer’s caught in a headlight was priceless. 
"Baby, you're here," Brad said.
"No, thanks to you, asshole," Rae said. 
"You're too late."
"I'm always on time, honey," I say with a smirk on my face. "Rigging the elevator, Brad, that's low even for you."
"How did....," he said. 
"An angel told me all about it."
I started down the hallway to the conference room, when I heard, freeze, you're under arrest. I turn to see the police handcuffing Brad and him yelling she's in on it too. Mandy starts to run, but Oscar stops her. I smile as Oscar approaches me.
"I told you to trust me," Oscar says.
"You sure did," I said. "Now, I need to go present."
"Go get um tiger."
   That day, I got my promotion, thanks to a dog named Oscar. I never saw Oscar again, but I wonder if he was an angel sent in dog form to help me. You know what they say, always be hospitable for you never know if you're entertaining an angel. ​