[b][u]ARRAN WHITE[/u][/b]

Arran swore softly under her breath, she hadn’t noticed there was anyone else there, to preoccupied with whatever was in her head at that time. [i]Or down her front,[/i] Arran thought glancing at the splatters of blood on her ripped shirt. The girl had come out of one of the stalls, the farthest one from Arran. When asked not to tell, Arran had just nodded, really it was none of her business, and if it kept the other girl from mentioning the blood all the better, the fact others would be able to see it was something Arran couldn’t do anything about; until of course the girl offered her hoodie, a nice looking one with …[i]ears?[/i] Awesome. But Arran was a little hesitant, why? Why would she be offered a nice hoodie like that just cause she looked awful? But really, did she have much choice? On the one hand she could go out as she was, blood all down her front, if she was lucky no one would notice it; not likely. She [i]could[/i] ditch her shirt, or fold it up so the blood wasn’t visible but with nothing to cover her arms, that wasn’t going to happen. And last, but in no way least; she could take up the offer of the hoodie, hiding the blood and her arms all in one go. This all went through her head in a few seconds, and then something else pressed against her thoughts, “If I borrow it, how would you get it back?” Arran couldn’t think that anyone would just give that sort of hoodie away for nothing.