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

"Okay, dad. But please is it possible for us to leave this weekend? Like after tomorrow?"


The next day soon reached. We all had breakfast. I was silent and avoided aunt Christina. Meanwhile, dad acted like everything was normal. He would laugh along with aunt Christina and uncle ken like nothing was wrong.


As we ate and the adults chatted, I noticed Heather was looking at me. I looked at her too.


Quickly and in a discrete manner, she waved a little, hoping I would wave back. I waved back and smiled. She blushed. It wasn't because her mom had stopped us from playing and speaking to each other that we weren't friends anymore.


We were still at the table when uncle Ken's cellphone rang. He excused himself and went to answer the call. He returned soon.


"Hey Paul, the pals are in the woods waiting for us. You know it's hunting Saturday right?"


"Oh, I forgot. I gotta take a quick bath, okay? You can go first. I'll catch up."


Chapter7