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AN: Special tanks (get it, coz Im punk) 2 my bf (ew not in that way) york, bloodycoffee666 4 helpin me wif da stoy and spelling. U rok! Emily ur da luv of my lame life u rok 2! Ramones ROX!
Hi my name is Ivory Francis Zach Shade Morgan and I have short ivory white hair (dats how I got my name) with a streak of skin from a scar on my face and one icy blue eye like limpid tears and one crackly pink eye that's also from my scar and a lot of people tell me i look like Dale Cooper (AN: if you don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Francis York Morgan but I wish I was because he's a major fuckin' hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I also have a scar on my cheek from one of my recent cases. I'm also an FBI agent, and I work for the government (I'm 33) and I was just sent to a town called Greenvale for a mission. I'm a punk (in case you couldn't tell) but I wear mostly suits. I love the dry cleaners and I send all my clothes there. For example, today I was wearing a dark grey suit jacket with matching pants and a lighter grey button up shirt, a red striped tie, and black dress shoes. I had my flashlight in my front pocket and my badge in my back pocket. I was walking outside the police station. It was very cloudy and not raining so I was very happy. George Woodman stared at me through his window. I waved to him even though I don't like him because I am an adult and know how to behave in front of people.
"Agent York!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was...... Emily Wyatt!
"What's up Emily?" I asked.
"Nothing." she said shyly.
But then I heard George call me and I had to go away.
AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me tanks!