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Emilia, or Emi to her close friends, would be the leading candidate for nicest person at Beverly Hills High. She was always willing to give to whatever club was raising money for whatever cause. She would join clubs that were short a member so they could form and have meetings, even if she had no idea what an anime was or why Kelly Slater needed an appreciation society. She had a smile for everyone and and her bright blonde hair would be a ray of sunshine into everyone's life. People were surprised when she started dating backup quarterback Brandon Mendoza in the middle of junior year, but they seemed to make each other even happier.
Which is why people were even more shocked when Brandon dumped Emilia at senior prom. The now-starting quarterback really took losing prom king hard, but there were rumors that Brandon had been fooling around behind Emilia's back. Watching someone else take the crown just gave Brandon a reason to end things. Emilia was devastated and she fled the prom shortly after. She showed up to receive her diploma but almost no one wanted to be the one to approach Little Miss Sunshine following the darkest day of her life. Aside from one person. The person who seemed to know what she needed to hear. Sami Alejandro.
► noteworthy appearance traits
Her long wavy blonde hair that can be seen from miles away, her above-average height (5'9") and her gold necklace with the lapis lazuzi pendant.
► favorite item
The pendant she wears was a gift from her paternal grandmother, who was given it as a child before her family emigrated from Sweden in the 1950s. Gramma Hedvig passed it onto Emilia when she entered high school, and it has become a symbol for her. It's the only thing keeping her tethered to her past at the moment.
► current dilemma
The breakup is still very fresh, and it's the first time Emilia has ever been emotionally stabbed so deep. It's caused her to take a long hard look at everything about her life. Everything about her is in flux at the moment and the pain is still raw.
► warning
Don't mention prom or Brandon, she will breakdown. Pretty hard. Like crying and snotting and everything. It's gross.
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- Will spout off the most random trivia when prompted by another person, but can't bring it up on her own.
- When deep in thought, she will twirl her hair around her left index and middle fingers, continuing to do so until she is done. Her record is 18 minutes.
- Is a sucker for those giant jawbreaker-like suckers that come on a wooden rack, and she will stock up whenever she can so she has one at the ready. Most flavors accepted, but not grape. Ew.
► hobbies
- Beach Walking
- French cooking
- Debating the meanings behind books
- Karaoke
- Joining clubs that let her do all those things and more
► dreams
Was previously to go to university with Brandon and continue what they had. Now? She's not entirely sure. She's committed, but to exactly what is up in the air.
► fears
That it's all downhill from here. That her life will be this painful forever more, and that she won't find anyone to love her and that she'll be one of those crazy cat ladies by the time she is 30.
► likes/dislikes
✔ Sunshine
✔ Lollipops
✔ Any song by Ariana Grande
✖ Swearing
✖ The song "I Gotta Feeling" by the Black Eyed Peas
✖ Football
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Living off Dad's hockey money
► family
- Niklas Seger | Father | 39 | Former NHL center with Minnesota and Los Angeles, now assistant coach with the Kings
- Caroline Seger (nee Sandstrom) | Mother | 40 | Former Miss Minnesota, now a fundraiser for a local non-profit organization
- Hedvig Sandstrom | Grandmother | 69 | Retired school teacher, moved to California to be with her only daughter and grandchild.
► brief history
Emilia's Last Log - May 29th, 2019, 2:14 pm
"Sniff....Hello. To anyone who is watching this... My name is Emilia Seger.... *sniff* I'm 18, born September 3rd, 2001, in Minneapolis, Minnesota to Niklas and Caroline Seger. Moved to California in 2010 when my dad was traded to Los Angeles. *sniff* My favorite color is yellow, my favorite flavor of anything sweet is watermelon, and.... and.... I don't know why I'm saying all this. No one is going to see this. I'm not even going to see this. This is it.
I don't know what to do. I am still so ... mad ... and sad ... and I feel like I've been had. I can totally write music. I mean, I can't believe Brandon would do that. It was a few days ago now, but still it... how? We had this planned! We were going to go to the U of San Diego together! He was going to quarterback the Toreros and I could do a undergrad before moving into the Peace Studies program. And now? Now he's going to San Jose State? And he tells me this at our flipping prom? And dumps me in front of flipping everyone??? I... I can't... What am I supposed to do? I can't go back to Beverly Hills. Not after that. It was so... humiliating. And embarrassing.
I need to get out of here. I need to think. I need to plan. I need to ... to ... not dwell on this .... BUT I CAN'T HELP IT!!!!!
*crying for five minutes*
Sniff... OK. OK. Right. Anyway, I'm leaving this because I don't know when I will have solid WiFi again. Sami offered me a spot on this graduation road trip he planned out and you know I am going to say yes to that. How can I not? See the country, get the hell out of here, spend some quality time with the others, especially Val, since I know she's going back to Florida in the fall. I mean, I don't exactly get that. You don't see me clamoring to go back to Minnesota. The cold and the being called the Gophers? No thanks. No, this is what I need.
So, yeah, I am looking forward to this. Just the few of us, cruising. That's what I need. Just me and my solid group of friends. Not like I need a boyfriend. Especially not one named Brandon Mendoza. I swear, Brandon, if I find out it was true that you did it with Kayleigh Daniels at halftime during the homecoming game, I am driving up to your pathetic San Jose campus, I am finding you and whatever stupid floozie you are with and I WILL GUT YOU LIKE A FLIPPING FISH!
Emilia! Dearest! C'mon and have some supper! Gramma made you her special meatballs! So you can eat them and stop yelling!
Sorry Gramma! I'll be right down! .....I...I'm sorry. I...don't know what came over me. That's not like me... Oh well. I totally mean it. Go to hell, Brandon. I'll see you on TV never, you tool.*click*
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Gramma's Swedish meatballs. The real ones, not that IKEA crap.