Amber Malone, 29

After Amber woke from her bath time nap, put on some white cotton panties, light blue sweatpants, and a white cotton t-shirt, not bothering with a bra. Its not like she needs one with her small A cups and then brushed her long ginger hair Next, she turned on the TV and sat down in her lumpy chair. The news was even more depressing than ever, but that was she only channel her antenna will pickup. Well, that and other depressing news channel. She can't even afford a streaming stick. Only her crappy laptop and outdated smartphone.

Amber Malone lives in a small studio apartment in Miami. Her closest family is an great uncle in Arkansas, just this side of dying. She's been through many jobs, not because she is bad at them, but because of her poor luck. There have been many opportunities to advance, but at the cost of something that she found morally wrong. Her issues were not religious in nature, she had long since lost her faith in the church, but when she spotted any of her fellow employees stealing or doing something else wrong they would always spot her. She would not report them at first, being young and new to the workforce, she chose to keep her head down. But that didn't stop her fellow coworkers from getting her fired. It never failed, she would always see some petty offence and then mysteriously, whether she reported it or not, lose her job. In fact, she was just fired from her job today.

She flip back and forth between the channels, but were both showing basically the same thing. A couple dying in a car crash, police corruption, the state legislature passing some new law recently that riled up some religious protesters, more illegals being deported, blah, blah, boring.

Suddenly all the lights in the apartment went out and the tv changed to a blank white screen.

Amber sat forward in her chair “What’s going on?”

“Hello Amber, it is nice to finally meet you.” Said a woman in a white pantsuit on the screen. “What do mean meet me? Is this some kind of joke?” She replied, getting up from her chair, trying to look for any hidden cameras.

“There are no cameras Amber. I’m your Guardian Angel, here to grant you three wishes.”

‘Maybe there are microphones?’ she thought as she continued to search the place.

“Amber, are you listening?” But Amber had already tuned her out, still trying to find where she was being observed.

“Okay, time for the hard way.” the Angel sighed snapping her fingers.

Amber currently had her head behind the chair when suddenly, she was pulled across the floor and sucked into the tv.