I'm Sheridan Wesley. I'm eleven years old. I've always lived with my dad. He's the only person I've got. He loves me and I love him too. But soon our lives changed. Mine especially.


It was a sunny day in Blueville, a rural small town not far away from Tennessee. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone. My dad was one of the most popular and well-liked people of Blueville. He owned vast land and a big ranch.

I always loved working with him. I loved the farm life. I knew how to ride horses, milk cows, make butter, plant seeds and harvest crops. I was well loved by all my dad's employees and well known too by the people of the town. I was the little boy who always gave a helping hand.

The Last Laugh

We reached High Meadows at Thirty minutes past nine. And that was because the horses sped.


"Oh my gawd, I was so worried about all of you!" Aunt Christina exclaimed when we entered the house. The electricity was cut because of the rain and so she had lit candles everywhere in the house.


"You should all sit down. I made hot soup."


"Um, I'm not hungry. I just wanna sleep." I was more than tired.


"Sorry it didn't go as planned, son." my dad added


I took a candlestick and went up the staircase to the room I shared with my dad.


I changed into warm pyjamas and got under the warm blanket.


I was about to sleep when I heard the door open slowly. I looked up, waiting for the person to appear in the candle light.


It was Heather, in her pink pyjamas and with her teddy bear.


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