The Last Laugh

NGY Chanelle

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Introduction

Youth

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.

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Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
Chapter6
Chapter7
Chapter8
Chapter9
Chapter10
Chapter11
Chapter12
Chapter13
Chapter14
Chapter15
Chapter16
Chapter17
Chapter18
Chapter19
Chapter20
Chapter21
Chapter22
Chapter23
Chapter24
Chapter25
Chapter26
Chapter27
Chapter28
Chapter29
Chapter30
Chapter31
Chapter32
Chapter33
Chapter34
Chapter35
Chapter36
Chapter37
Chapter38
Chapter39
Chapter40
Chapter41
Chapter42
Chapter43
Chapter44
Chapter45
Chapter46
Chapter47
Chapter48
Chapter49
Chapter50
Chapter51
Chapter52
Chapter53
Chapter54
Chapter55
Chapter56
Chapter57
Chapter58
Chapter59
Chapter60
Chapter61
Chapter62
Chapter63
Chapter64
Chapter65
Chapter66
Chapter67
Chapter68
Chapter69
Chapter70
Chapter71
Chapter72
Chapter73
Chapter74
Chapter75
Chapter76
Chapter77
Chapter78
Chapter79
Chapter80
Chapter81
Chapter82
Chapter83
Chapter84
Chapter85
Chapter86
Chapter87
Chapter88
Chapter89
Chapter90
Chapter91
Chapter92
Chapter93
Chapter94
Chapter95
Chapter96
Chapter97
Chapter98
Chapter99
Chapter100
Chapter101
Chapter102
Chapter103
Chapter104
Chapter105
Chapter106
Chapter107

Chapter1

*** Sheridan's POV (point of view): 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. "Sheridan??" my dad called from downstairs one day. "Yes, dad!" I replied coming over to meet him. He was at the table. Breakfast was ready. "Sit down, son." I did. We ate toast with jam and drank fresh milk. I looked at my mom's picture on the wall. I'd never known her because I'd lost her immediately I was born. My dad noticed me. "Your mother loved you with all her heart, Sheridan. She wanted you to be that hardworking and kind boy you are today." he smiled at me and I smiled back. "Thanks, dad." "When you will be big enough, you'll take over my ranch and company." "Really, dad??" My father had always spoken about his company in the city of Los Angeles. I'd never been to Los Angeles nor had I ever seen his company. I only saw it on pictures. Whenever I asked him why we didn't live in Los Angeles, he would reply: "I wanted you to grow up here in our native hometown. I didn't want you to be obsessed with technology and to be a spoiled brat. I want to groom you for the hard life. I want you to be able to survive tomorrow if you don't have money. One never knows what the future holds, son." And he was right. "Yes. Really. All this will be yours someday." he added. "Thanks, dad." I stood up to hug him. He hugged me tight. "I love you, son. You deserve the best." "I love you too." "Good. Now let's go for a ride with the horses." "Cool!" I loved exploring the woods with my dad. He was one of the best memories of my childhood. *** School had just closed for the easter holiday and I returned home with good results. My dad was proud of me. "Excellent, dear. I'm proud of you." "Thanks, dad." "How 'bout we have a short stay at Kenneth's place?" he asked. My eyes widened and a happy smile spread across my face. Mr Kenneth was my dad's very good friend. He was a very kind man who loved his family. Whenever he came visiting, he would keep me presents. He too had a big ranch, High meadow Ranch. It was situated far out of Blueville. I'd gone there once because my father couldn't always take me there because of the distance. I'd lastly gone there when I was six. And I had very good memories of the place. I used to play with his first daughter, Heather, she was four by then and her little sister, Sawyer was still a two year old baby. It'd been long and I wondered what they looked like now. Heather was probably nine and a half now. And Sawyer, seven and a half. "That'll be a great idea! But um, will Mrs Christina be there?" Mrs Christina was Mr Kenneth's wife. I always avoided her because I found her strange. She wasn't as smiley and kind as her husband. She was quite strict. I remember she used to refuse that Heather should play with me and that caused her husband to be annoyed and scream at her. "Yes, she will." "Oh..." My dad chuckled. "Don't be afraid son, she's a good person. She's just a little strict." "Oh um, okay." That still didn't convince me. But well, I wasn't going let her spoil my short stay at their ranch. *** I packed my stuff ahead of time so I would not forget important stuff. I couldn't wait for the weekend. We'd be spending two weeks there. Awesome! I couldn't wait. The best part of it all was the road trip with my dad. ~ The weekend did arrive and I was more than anxious. We said goodbye to the employees and I said goodbye to my horse, Strike. Soon we were off on our tiring but interesting long road trip. We sang songs, told stories and made jokes throughout the trip. It was a three hour one. At a point we stopped at a gas station in the middle of nowhere to fill the truck's tank. Then we continued. "Dad?" "Yes?" "I'm hungry." "Don't worry, there's a little café not far from here." "Okay." We reached the café and sat down to have breakfast because we'd left our ranch at 8am that day. *** At exactly 11:30, we went through the high meadow ranch gate. We'd arrived. I was so happy. The ranch was as big as ours. They had very vast lands and enough cattle too. As we drove in, I saw horses, cows and goats grazing as the employees supervised them. I waved and they waved back. This was going to be fun. As we approached the farm house, a smiling Mr Kenneth could be seen at the veranda. He came over as we parked the truck. "My good ol' Paul." he chuckled happily when my dad stepped out of the truck. "As alive as ever, Ken." my dad laughed and they hugged each other. "It was about time you passed by." he then turned to me, "You've grown taller than the last time I saw you, son. You're a little man now."

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