2. Cynthia Stoll killed in car accident.

Cynthia Stoll, 33, was drowned in car pile up on June 12. The drunk driver, Greg Marcco, was arrested and sent to prison for 30 years. Also, Vivian Stoll and Nick Stoll will be put into foster care in the next week. We will all miss Cynthia dearly, and best regards to her family.

By: Semreh Shield

"Ugh!" I screamed, throwing the news paper at the wall.

I sat there and cried and cried, remembering the day…

Time flies by so fast, and then there's no looking back. Just always stay with your head high, and no one will cross you, I thought to myself as I walked down Times Square with my dad.

"Vivy! C'mon, we're going here." He looked frightened, and sounded the same.

"Relax, Dad! I'm coming! Gosh!" I sighed, jogging up to him.

"Let's go." He pushed me forward.

As soon as we walked in, I knew we were screwed.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS UP AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT." The man in all black, with skin almost the same tone, a deep voice, said but he sounded scared, too.

"Daddy!" I cried. "Please, do something." I usually never relied on him, but now, this was vital.

"I'm trying sweetie," He whispered. "Let my daughter go! Take, take me." He looked to me, about to die, and could tell this would be our last moment together. We locked eyes for a single second, and then I ran out.

An ear shattering shot was fired, and I knew that my father was dead.

As I cried here, I thought, was he really dead? I just ran after that. He could still be alive, looking for me. As I was for him. I'd always been looking, and never will stop until that day I find him.

There was a knock on the door, and I nearly jumped a foot in the air. So, I just stood there.

"Vivian! Open up!" A familiar voice yelled.

"What!" I screamed, not caring whose voice it was. Not caring at all for who wanted me now. I was left alone, I thought. No, not left…Abandoned.

Suddenly, I wasn't alone. The door exploded, and splinters of wood flew across the room.

"This is what you get for not letting me in." He said. His voice sounded familiar but I've never seen his face and I've never met him. He had upturned eye brows, pointed ears, and a sly smile on his face that made you feel like he was going to bomb your house.

"Uh, who are you?" I asked with a dumbfounded expression on my face.

"Semreh Shield." He smiled.

"The one who wrote the article about my mother?" I wondered. Suddenly, I felt like he knew more than I did.

"Yes! I'm the only one with the name! Check the internet!" He laughed, carefree, and full heartedly.

"Semreh… Why does that sound so familiar?"

"Write my name down," He smiled, and I swear I heard him say dummy, "Now go look in the mirror with it."

"Okay?" I laughed nervously, walking to the mirror across the room. I put the piece of paper in front and I gasped.

"Now there's the right reaction!" He smiled again.

"Why are you here?" I demanded.

"To see my niece and nephew. Where's Nick?" He seemed confused, and that was an odd emotion on him. It didn't work with his facial features.

"Nick. That idiot? Oh, he's in his house. I-I mean mansion. In California." I mumbled, stuttering now and then.

"You two don't live together anymore?"

"Why should we? He's the one who-"I stopped short, not wanting to go through the story again, and have another break down.

"Who what, Vivian?" He asked, staring me down, looking like he was playing a horrid trick on me.

"The one who killed our mother." I muttered.

"How did he do that?"

"Lord Hermes, I don't wanna be disrespectful or anything, but can you shut up and leave my house?" I said, rage fuming inside me.

"No thanks." He smiled, looking like I hadn't offended him at all.

"I want to know if my mother went the underworld, and you took her safely across?"

"I-I had to. It's been my duty for 3,000 years. I cannot and will not just toss my duties away for my… Sister." He sighed, staring at me with a strange sense of delight.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Apollo and you stare at me as if you're waiting for something to happen to me." I complained to him.

"It's because…. Never mind. Just um, please come with me."

"Why should I? Why can I trust you?" I wondered. "I know you're a god and stuff, but really why can I?"

"Why shouldn't you? …But just please, you can trust me, I am your uncle!"

"Well… I don't know who I can trust anymore." I muttered.

"Smart girl!" He smiled, grabbing my wrist.

"No." I whispered, but apparently he wasn't listening.

He dragged me farther and farther into the woods… In the middle of Miami?