The Ones in the Trees

Hello! this is my original story that's going to be the first in a series. Please don't edit or copy.
== Chapter One ==
=== Marigold ===
I’m starting to wonder if I’m invisible. I’m starting to wonder how the heck Mom really believes there’s a god out there who really cares about us. If there was a god who really cared, my life wouldn’t be so broken. Dad wouldn’t be dead. Mom wouldn’t have moved us halfway across the state to Nowhere, Minnesota, away from everything I’ve ever known. I would actually see Mom. She wouldn’t need to work so hard. I wouldn’t be ignored by everybody in school. I wouldn’t feel so lonely and invisible. I wish there was a god who really cared about us. That would be nice. Instead, I’m stuck dealing with my own problems. I don’t have anyone I can talk to. My best friend, Fifi, doesn’t have a phone. I don’t feel like singing, because none of the songs feel right. I don’t want to ‘undo my sad’, because that would mean undoing my friendship with Fifi and undoing my relationship with Dad. It does ‘hurt deep inside’, but nobody is trying to force me to be somebody else. Nobody broke my heart, and nobody is telling me I’m not good enough. None of the songs fit. I can’t write my own songs. I’ve tried. The words won’t come. I’m thinking they’re never going to come.
== Chapter Two ==
=== Hazel ===
I’m starting to wonder why my parents want me to something I’m not. My whole life, literally my whole life, they’ve tried to get me to be an actor, like Mom. All the teachers, all the students, literally everybody in town thinks I’m going to be an actor. It’s so frustrating. I don’t know anybody super well at school, so I can’t talk about it to anyone. I don’t think anybody would even understand. I can’t even find any books about somebody like me. The closest I can find is Many Points of Me, by Caroline Gertler, but that’s about a girl whose dad is a famous artist and she’s not sure if she wants to be an artist, but she also feels like people only see her for being an artist and for her dad being famous. So, not quite the same. It’s so frustrating. Every time I try to tell my parents I don’t want to be an actor, they either completely ignore me, pretend I didn’t say anything, or shoot me down, saying being an actor is the only way I’ll ever do anything, because I have no actual talents. The last one is definitely the worst. Who could say that to their own child?
== Chapter Three ==
=== Ava ===
I'm wondering if I’ll ever be free. All I want is to be weird and go to church with Henry, my Extra Most Bestest Friend Forever. At least, that’s what he always called himself. Henry understood my weirdness, aka my awesomeness. I understood his weird. My parents most definitely do not understand my weirdness. They also don’t understand why I want to go to church, and thus, they have forbidden me to go to church. Unless Henry moves back, but the odds of that happening are pretty slim. And even then, my parents might not let me go back to church. I assume they would though, because my parents love four things: each other, when things are clean, order, and routines. I might fit into that list somewhere, but I’m not sure, because my parents definitely wish I wasn’t so weird. Every Saturday before he moved, I would sleep over at Henry’s house and then go to church with his family the next morning. It was great. Maybe I can come up with a way to make Henry come back. Maybe if his burned down…? I shake the idea away. It wouldn’t work, even if I had enough money to buy a bus ticket to Nebraska. First, I would probably get caught and go to jail or juvenile detention or whatever, and even if I didn’t, my parent would literally disown me. And if I didn’t get caught, I would have to make sure nobody was in the house, and have Henry take his Pokémon Cards outside, because otherwise Henry would murder me. And it wouldn’t even be guaranteed that Henry would move back-it would probably be more likely that his parent’s ever rebuilt the house or bought a new one-so it was a terrible plan. Also, Henry probably wouldn’t appreciate the fact that I burned his house down. I frown. I should write that plan down, and all the reasons why it won’t work. Maybe I can come up with a plan that will work.
== Chapter Four ==
=== Elizabeth ===
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever really feel like I belong anywhere. I used to feel like my I belonged when I was with Emily, but lately I’ve started to feel like there’s something in between us, some secret that’s driving us apart. I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it. I’m one of the most popular kids at school, but I don’t know anyone except Emily very well, and the teachers are terrible and really, really boring. Really, the closest I’ve gotten lately is writing poetry or climbing trees,