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

We were silent and all patiently waited to reach our floors.


At a point, the elevator door opened and two more people came in. It reminded of the first time Heather and I were in that same situation.


As two more people came in, to my surprise, Ace held my waist and pulled me to him.


"You might wanna step back a little to make space for those two," he whispered in my ear.


My mouth dropped open in amusement and I playful hit his hands off my waist.


"Yeah, right. Smart guy," I teased and took a step ahead. I heard a low chuckle from him.


The sales of the company's products were slowly and gradually declining. Mother witch hadn't noticed it yet though. Everything was going as planned. She was going to be absent for a week. Apparently she had to travel for some sort of business.


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