Literary Devices

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. His hand stopped waving and moved over to his backpack. From there, he took out a strangely shaped object, and it looked like it might be dangerous. Little did she know that this would be the end of her. her hair bounced, as if in slow motion. Angela skipped over, plopping down on the shady, moss covered concrete. Her skirt danced, becoming a butterfly, fluttering about.
"Hey," he said, pulling the small thing away from Angela.
"Uh hi... What is that thing you're hiding from me?" she said with a smile. She reached around him, meeting his hand, then she pulled at the object.
"Why, you got me a puppy!" she exclaimed, pulling the boy towards her, hugging him firmly.
"That's not, uh-" he squeaked, his voice masked by her grip.
"It's okay, I know what you mean. You were planning on surprising me, but I am just too sneaky for you!" Angela yipped, releasing him from her grip, and taking the small animal into her arms.
"Now lets get a look at-" she stopped mid-sentence. A blood curdling cry seeped from her lips, moving out to the city streets, where it was unheard, aside from a flock of crows who fled from the terrible noise. She puppy, once seemingly innocent, had morphed into a huge dog, collossal in comparison to the large buildings in Down Town San Diego. The puppy had devoured Angela whole, tromping down the crowded highways to wreak havoc among the tireless city. The boy was left alone, for he was the one who had raised the strange pup, and now picked up his bag, and left the scene.