John Taylor was one of those people that no matter their financial status, they stayed the same. He'd been popular through high school, and graduated salutorian out of his class.
Now, he only stayed in the house because he was going to college, but he wasn't living on campus. He refused money from his father, saying that he'd be better off if he could make his way in life, instead of depending on others. John and his family were pretty close, always calling him "Drake," since being able to imitate a duck call. He loved to go hunting.
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John was on the road towards his college, thinking of what his parents had told him a few weeks ago. "We've found a little church, and since going, we have accepted Jesus Christ into our hearts," his parents had told him. They had wanted him to go to, not being a Christian, but he refused. "I'm too busy with college right now, Mom and Dad. Besides, when did you guys decide to go to church?" He could tell he had hurt them, and he never liked to do that. Hey, I'm an adult now, I can make my own decisions, he thought. He decided to concentrate on the car in front. It was veering off the road. No visible driver was in sight. Probably some old person, he thought. He looked at the time. It was 5:30. He looked into the rear-view mirror at the car behind. There wasn't any driver in it. At all.