A misunderstood bitch. Storyteller, Evil Queen. Actually nineteen. Living for the applause, suffering from the berry syndrome. Also known as the queen of the gas station and a child of the bad revolution. Loving a thousand things, hating a thousand more. I go by Emme, and I'm crazy since I was three.
Slow down, you crazy child, you're so ambitious for a juvenile, but then, if you're so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid?