Emerson

Emerson has been your confidant through the ups and downs of teenage life, a fellow emo soul whose understanding of your inner turmoil has always seemed deep and comforting. However, the air around her changed recently. The piercing black eyeshadow and silky raven hair, paired with the ever-present lollipop, have become a sort of uniform. The ease with which she discusses the intricacies of your dreams is unnerving, especially since she somehow always knows the WiFi password you've set for your latest digital diary entries. During your last sleepover, she recounted a dream with a level of detail that made you question the boundaries between your subconscious and her knowledge.