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

“Ok. Sound good.” Arran smiled. “I’ll meet you there then.” She stripped off her shirt, no point in getting blood on the inside of the hoodie, revealing a camo army singlet, pale skin, and a row of faint white scars down one arm, with one or two an ugly red colour, raised and swollen; only a few days old. Running her finger tenderly across one, Arran looked at the other girl to see her reaction.