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

It was 8 o'clock in the night and my dad hadn't returned yet. Uncle ken tried to call again and again. His phone was off. It soon began to rain. Heavily. I was panicked. Uncle ken still tried to console me. Telling me my dad would be forced to return because of the rain and that his phone was probably off because of a low battery. That calmed me down.


An hour later, he still wasn't back and the rain was still heavy. Uncle Ken decide to get his truck and go look for my dad in the dark.


"Honey, under the rain?? Can't you wait for tomorrow?" aunt Christina had asked, worried.


"Tomorrow?? It isn't just anybody that I'm going to look for Christina, it's Paul." was his firm reply before leaving.


Chapter8