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

"Wow, the coincidence! You just decide to read off some random dude's T-shirt and it turns out to be correct? You're so lucky!" I giggled.


"I know right. What if it'd turned out to be wrong? Damn. I was surprised you actually confirmed that it was your horse's name. Crazy right?"


"Yeah." I smiled at him. He gave a dazzling smile in return. I blushed.


Why the hell did I always blush around him?


Nervously, I took out my phone and gave him.


"Here. Type you number." I said. He smirked and I looked away shyly.


He took my phone and dialed his number.


Later that night, I entered my apartment and landed on a couch. I'd confused Heather that night. I'd felt the sudden urge to tell her I was Sheridan but I couldn't. I just couldn't allow myself to give her clues. Though most of the time I found myself doing so.


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