Leafla

Backstory (Told in book 1)
''Little Leafla was around five years old, her hair was longer than it was now, and she had more friendliness in her eyes. She was of course shorter, but still very tall for her age. She was sitting on a tree stump, trying to talk to a squirrel. “Why won’t you answer me? I’m TreeRealm! You don’t have to run away! I’m supposed to talk to you!” she told the squirrel, who just ran farther up another tree. Leafla sighed, “Why don’t any of the animals like me?”''

“Your only five, give it time!” Twig, her older brother, came over to her.

''“It’s not fair! You and Flower got it right away! And I think Petal and Boulder are learning it already too! Why can’t I get it right?!” Leafla complained.''

''“Well me and Flower were trained when we were younger than five, and Petal and Boulder are just pretending to know what the baby chipmunks are saying! Also, you’re forgetting about Cliff! He’s your twin and on the same level as you!”''

“He doesn’t count, he’s gross and has cooties,” Leafla said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

“Hey, don’t say that!” Flower appeared out of nowhere.

''“Pfft, easy for you to say, your everyday thoughts are about ‘cute boys’ and hoping one will ask you out. With me I’m stuck with three annoying boys who pick their nose as brothers!” Leafla said, pointing at Twig.''

''“You're forgetting that they're my brothers too! And I don’t always think about cute boys!” Flower protested.''

''“Oh really? Root,” Leafla said one of the boy’s names that Flower was always saying.''

“Hey-he’s really cute!...” and Flower went on daydreaming.

“Ignore her, all girls are like that at this age,” Twig wrapped his arms around Leafla and picked her up.

''“Well I bet all boys are jerks at this age too! And there is no way in a million years I’m going to end up like that when I’m sixteen!” Leafla snorted and pointed at Flower, who was drawing Root.''

''Leafla wriggled out of her brother’s grip and ran into the woods. She hated almost everything that TreeRealm people were supposed to love. And she wasn’t growing as fast and tall as she should. Her mother Ivy said she was just a late bloomer like her mother, but she never believed them.''