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

Someone came into the stable. I looked up. It was Sawyer.


"S– Sawyer, please. Can you bring me something to eat??" I begged weakly through my tears.


"And why should I do that?" she asked coldly, folding her arms.


"Please," I cried, "I– I haven't eaten since the day before yesterday."


"That's cuz mom punished you. It isn't my fault if you didn't do the laundry properly. My clothes weren't properly washed."


How could a nine year old be so wicked?


"Sawyer, please." I crawled to her feet weakly. I managed to grab her ankle.


"Aaaah!!" she screamed all of a sudden, "LET ME GO! You're dirty!"


I didn't let her go. I was starving and I kept on begging. I was only 12 years old and I hadn't eaten for three days. I was desperate.


"MOOM!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Fear took over me and I let her go.


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