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

The words echoed in my head like it was a dream.


I stepped back, my heart threatening to burst out my chest. I became dizzy. The room and the floor seemed to be moving. I looked at Sawyer and her mother screaming at the top of their lungs, both begging uncle Ken to wake up. I turned to Heather. She had fainted.


It all seemed unreal. Voices echoed in my head continuously. Headache and dizziness took over. I stared at the mourning. I'd gone pale and had suddenly stopped breathing.


The next thing I felt was the cold hard floor.


Uncle Kenneth had died. Just like that. Leaving me, Heather and Sawyer alone. Another burial. In just a year. I hadn't even recovered from my father's death. Yet, there I was.


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