A sound sliced through the air, jolting Arran awake. Sitting up she glared round trying to find the source of the noise. Finally after realizing there was no one else around to whom it could belong, she fished her old ‘small brick’ phone out of its plastic ziplock bag in the outer pocket of her satchel. [i]Damn[/i] Arran thought, [i]I obviously didn’t soak it long enough.[/i] She considered dropping it to the pavement below and watching it shatter, but that would be a waste of money when her parents brought her a new phone. Stabbing the green button, she lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello?” [b][color=82ca9d]“Ah Arran so glad you picked up, Can you come and meet me in town?”[/color][/b] said a tinny male voice from the other end of the phone. Arran blinked, [color=FF0000]“Ummm…… No?”[/color] [b][color=82ca9d]“Really Arran, its about your eye.”[/color][/b] the voice, which Arran realized belonged to her uncle, tried to convince her. [b][color=82ca9d]“I have been talking to someone and they think they can do something about it.”[/color][/b] Snarling silently Arran replied trying her hardest to keep her tone neutral, [color=FF0000]“Sorry uncle, I’m busy today.”[/color] She thumbed the red button to shut off the call, jumping down from the wall as she did so. Arran hated people trying to mess with her eye, it was fine as it was, why couldn’t people see that? But all most people could see was the eye patch.  She walked over to where a big dog was lying, he looked up when she approached and cocked his ‘eyebrows’ at her inquisitively. [color=FF0000]“Its fine, its fine.”[/color] Arran told him, ruffling the fur behind his ears. [color=FF0000]“Shall we go finish this walk?”[/color] untying the lead from round her waist, Arran waited till the dog, Rig, had pulled himself up before clipping it to his collar, pulling her headphones on, and heading off down the street.