I'm Just Here To Play | Part Three Now, that last chapter; what was going on? I think it might make more sense if we go back to when the boy first arrived. The boy's name was Nathan. And Nathan was a bit peculiar. He had appeared in Rhiannon's house and promptly been given a very large teddy bear by Rupert Green who hasn't been seen since that day. But he doesn't matter. What matters is we have the girl and the very large teddy bear, but we haven't got the middle part. The gun. How about go back a bit. Rhiannon was cross. Cross with this boy and his very large teddy bear for walking into her house and using it like a rubbish bin. And now he was 'just here to play'. What is that supposed to mean. So Rhiannon picked up her fathers prize gun that sat on the mantle above the fire place. She pointed it at Nathan and shot. BANG!!! Everything slowed down as the bullet left the gun! Nathan's face turned to panic as he watched the bullet heading towards him! What had she done? Rhiannon thought as the world span around her. "Ha! You missed! Nah nah nah nah nah! I'm over here!" She span, ready to fire again. BANG!!! Again he sidestepped the bullet. BANG BANG BANG! She shot enjoying the feel of the gun in her hand. "Oi! Over here! You're a rubbish shot!" She turned again. BANG! This was so much fun! She understood why her father loved clay pigeon shooting now. Rhiannon went to fire again but found the gun empty. She'd missed every shot. "Now we'll kick your butt!" The boy squealed with delight. We? Rhiannon thought but she stopped short as a large shadow loomed over her. She turned around only to be thrown on to the settee by one very large teddy bear.

I'm Just Here To Play | Part Two "Do you know what you have done Rhiannon?" The psychiatrist asked. "Yes." "Do you know why you did it?" "Yes." "Do you have any feelings about what has happened?" "No." It had been three weeks since the little boy and his very large teddy bear had walked in to Rhiannon's living room. And lots had happened. "Do you realise what others feel about the situation?" "Yes." "Explain. How do they feel?" "Angry, hateful, and sad." "Do you think this is fair." "Yes. But I didn't kill him. I promise I didn't." "But Rhiannon, you did. Do you not understand." "I understand Dr Alexander. I understand that I did not kill him." Rhiannon found Dr Alexander very frustrating. She had been hired to 'fix her'. Of course Rhiannon was not a murderer. She wouldn't hurt a fly, unless this fly happened to steal her clothes or rip up her homework. "So then, if you didn't kill him, who did?" "The rabbit killed the very large teddy bear." "No, not the teddy bear Rhiannon. The boy. Who killed the boy?" "Oh, well, the boy was killed by Margaret. The old lady from across the road." To this, the psychiatrist scribbled down on her notepad, delusional. Well Rhiannon would have agreed three weeks ago. But not anymore. "I'm not delusional." Rhiannon said, "there were two murders. The very large bear was killed first. Then the boy." "A rabbit?" "Yes, a rabbit killed the bear. And Margaret killed the boy." "How did this rabbit kill the bear?" " With a shotgun Dr. Alexander." "And how was the boy killed?" "Margaret killed him with a baseball bat." "And was there anyone else there?" "Yes, Jerry Parker's cat."

I'm Just Here To Play | Part One This is the story of a girl. Of a girl, a gun and a very large teddy bear. What's the girls' name? You may ask. Well, her name was Rhiannon, and Rhiannon Eastwood was a rich and clever girl. So rich and cleaver that you could call her 'a stuck up little brat', or at least that's what Jerry Parker from across the road said. Rhiannon, you see, saw herself as above these peasant scum who lived near-by for she was educated, beautiful and far to well mannered to be in the presence of these people. Rhiannon was very comfortable with the views of the world until one very strange day. On this 'one day' she opened the front door to find a little boy. It was already stressful enough that her butler hadn't opened it but then this 'street urchin' waltzed in. "Is this the Eastwood household?" He asked. In what, even to Rhiannon, seemed a very sweet voice. "Yes it is!" Rhiannon declared proudly. This was of course a good sign, her family were known by outsiders. Even mud faced children like this. "And what are you doing here?" To this the obnoxious child walked straight in and lured left into the front room. He promptly sat down, put his feet up and turned on the television. "What are you doing?!" She shouted firmly. The boy yet again ignore. That stupid little human! He sat smiling for a while and then reached out to his right as if looking for something. his face turned sour and then to Rhiannon's disgust he screamed, "Where's Big Bear?!" The room seemed to vibrate with the boys screech. This is when a large man barged through the door carrying an even larger teddy bear. "What are you doing!" Another one! But this man didn't stay, he ran into the sitting room handed the bear to the crying boy, who immediately stopped his painful noise. Then he quickly proceeded to run through the door slamming it in his wake. Rhiannon was in pain. Not just from a throbbing head ache but also from the sight of a street kid spreading his muddy and greasy body all over her mothers favourite couch. This was too much. Well it is understandable. Isn't it? Or is this a case of Rhiannon being a 'stuck up little brat' again? Rhiannon grabbed the piece of rubbish slumped down on her couch and stated straight into his scared eyes. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" "I'm just here to play."

I Am The Predator I am a creature of the dark I see through it It fills my lungs as I breath I can smell your fear Through the dark air I have travelled far for you I chose especially Your meat, so juicy I shall bite and I'll hear it again The scream I so love I shall tear you to shreds I will eat you joyfully For I am the supreme predator I know you every weakness Get ready for me I will strike soon I am behind you But! No I'm to your right, No! I'm to you left Lies! I'm right hear in front of you Can't you see my eyes

PLEASE READ Hello. This is my first draft for my GCSE narrative. It needs editing and is far too long. Please help by reading it and giving advice and criticism. Please help thank you. "I'm not coming and that's the end of it." I cried, and maybe I should have been true to my word. This all happened on the battle fields of France, the Great War, in 1917. Trench warfare, it's the most horrific warfare to have ever been used. I wasn't having it. I had been forced to join this godforsaken war. Sixteen, I'm only sixteen years old, and this I where I was. "Get out there!" He yelled, the commander. My comrades scrambled over the trench while kicking mud in my face. But I couldn't bring myself to look over the trench. I could hear enough. "Get up here troop!" He shouted at me. But still I couldn't go over. So I cried, I cried for my mother, father and two beautiful sisters. But I lifted my head and scrambled up the muddy bank into what was hell on earth. * * * * The exhilarating feeling of war. The feeling of power. The power to kill with a simple flex of my finger. "Go, go, go." I ordered my men forwards. The thrill of the fight pumped through us as we mowed down the enemy. Seven of us took out thirty. Forty. Then fifty. And we had made it to the enemies' trench. We jumped down. Five of us left. We split into two groups. One of my soldiers and I went to the left. The other three to the right. We could take anyone. * * * * Bullets flew towards me, bombs fell from above, destroying everything in sight. And I stood staring as men gave their lives. I could see it happening. Only a month earlier I had been in our corner in Liverpool working with my mother. I could still turn around; still go back. But go back to what? It was only a matter of time before this horror came to Britain. So I ran. I ran straight forward jumping over barbed wire. But then and there right in front of me I saw a man fall. His body parts screen around across the mud. A man who had be stuck in the wire, men just like me, dead. And this is what it's come to. Humanity has resorted to this because of one mans death. * * * * We turned the corner. No one. Then footsteps. Slow and wet. Two shadows accompanied them. They turned the corner. And we shot. They had no chance. We moved on, never fearing. Adrenalin pumped through our veins. We turned the next corner to find a man hiding I'm the dug out. His shot hit my comrade, he was down. And I fired. * * * * I hid in a bomb crater. It was too much. I could barely look at the enemy let alone shoot them. I had seen enough death and was far from okay with dealing with it. So not for the first time this month, I wept and prayed. I wept in the mud amongst the dead. And as I prayed all I could see was their dead bodies. The horror of war was a scar in my mind. And all I could think is, I'm next. As if answering my prayer a young soldier came over the muddy bank. He would finish me of. He had to. But he didn't shoot, he just walked over and sat next to me. Why? Why would he do that? "Ridiculous" he said with a thick German accent. "I got forced to come." He said all too knowingly. "What's worst is that men enjoy this. They love the killing, the blood, they find this fun." There was a long pause. "Kill me." I muttered. "Kill me now." "What?" "You know gun. Kill. Bang bang." "I know what it is. I'm not doing it. You don't give up because you are threatened. You don't back away because of others' wrong doing. You make a stand. You make a stand for what is right. " And that gave me hope. Hope in humanity. But I couldn't carry on. So I took my gun and pointed at my head. What I had seen was enough, so I pulled the trigger. And now as I lay here a remember my #life and my childhood. We used to pretend to be soldiers, but we knew nothing of the horrors of war, nothing. * * * * Just me as I turned the next corner. There was a soldier, and as I lifted my gun I noticed my watch. Five o'clock, it was almost time for tea. So we all went inside.