As soon as I got home from school, I went to my room to ponder about today's happenings. Stem wasn't home yet, for he was a dentist. My flower is an eighth-grade teacher, so her ours are shorter than my stem's. I climbed onto my bed and laid on my back. I looked up at the plain white ceiling with the bumpy paint. Why had Orleans been crying? Why had everyone else been crying? Why was I crying? That, the knowledge was too far out of reach, for my little twelve-year-old hands. 

I thought about the stories flower and stem read to me as a little boy. They were mythological books. Not like gods and goddesses, or stuff like the trials of Heracles or the Odyssey about Odysseus.  They were called the Internal Spirits. The ones I remember the most are only three of them. Ramon, the Spirit of Joy, Eloise, the Spirit of Fear, and Lorelei, the Spirit of Knowledge. I thought really hard back to those old stories, but even with my super memory, the knowledge was too vague. I stood up on the floor and went downstairs to flower, who was reading a book. 

"What is it, Yeebelr?" Flower asked. 

"Flower, remember those Internal Spirit books you used to read to me as a little kid?" I asked. Flower nodded. "Well... could I have it?" Flower nodded once again and went down to the basement. She came up with a box of all of the books she and stem read to me. I took the box and went back to my room.

      I started with my favorite. I opened it up and the book each had a little section about each spirit with a little illustration next to it. I flipped through each spirit. I finally got to the one that I was looking for. Sienna, the Spirit of Sorrow. She didn't look like a young woman like all of the other spirits. She had a youthful physique and complexion. She had big blue eyes, navy blue hair, aqua blue skin, and a white robe. I read the paragraph;

      Sienna, the Spirit of Sorrow. While being the youngest of the many spirits, she certainly isn't any less powerful. According to legend, when people are born, it is up to her to decide if the new baby would be a gloomy person or not. At a certain time every day, she would cry for no apparent reason. The tears would glow a blue shade, and every person who sees the glow of the tears would also feel sad and cry. At the tie of writing this book, she is only 100 years old, although she looks like a child.

I thought about the description. Would Orleans actually be Sienna? Why else would she be crying, and everyone else would too? She definitely wasn't blue. I didn't quite understand. The only way to understand was to ask the girl herself. I dialed Orleans' number and called. 

"Hello?" Orleans answered. 

"Hi, it's Yeebelr. I need to talk to you RIGHT NOW." I responded. 

"Uh... okay, let's meet at the park in ten." Orleans stuttered.

I told flower I was going to the park, and she was okay, as long as I was back before 4 PM. I grabbed my bike, strapped on my helmet, swung my leg over and sat and rode my bike all the way to the park, which was only a half mile away from my house, and a quarter mile away from Orleans' house. I parked my bike on the rack when I got there and saw Orleans approaching me. As soon as we got close enough to talk, we sat down on the bench by the tree.

"Are you Sienna?" I asked.