NewEraCult

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

I went to my room and dropped my bag on the bed. I then left to go drink some water. I passed by the girls' room and the door was slightly open. I looked inside.


Heather was sitting on her bed, drawing flowers in her book. She seemed lonely. I felt sharp guilt in me. It wasn't her fault if I'd lost my dad.


Slowly, I entered the room. She looked up at me. I smiled a little. She seemed surprised. Normal. For months now I hadn't smiled or spoken to her. She smiled back, reddening.


"I'm sorry, Heather. I didn't mean to be rude with you. It's just that-"


"I understand." she cut in softly and stood up.


"Okay. Thanks." I approached her and hugged her. She hugged me back.


One Saturday when we were all home. Two men knocked at the door. Uncle Ken went to open the door and the men came in. They were in suits and ties along with their briefcases. There weren't from our place for sure. There were surely from the cities.


"Can I help you, gentlemen?" Uncle Ken asked.


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