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."