Chapter 1.
AN: thank you very much (get it, coz Im polite) 2 my bf (ew not in that way) edgeworth, franziska 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Damon ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! LAW ROX!
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Hi my name is Manfred Perfection Perfection Perfection von Karma and I have long perfect grey hair (that's how I got my name) with silver streaks and dark silver tips that reaches my mid-neck and icy dark green eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Ebenezer Scrooge (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to the Judge but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I drink lots of coffee but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a prosecutor, and I work at a place called the Prosecutor's Office in Los Angeles where I'm on the first floor (I'm number one). I'm a pessimist (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly blue and gold. I love Germany and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a blue suit jacket with matching lace around it and a blue pair of trousers, a white cravat and black penny loafers. I was wearing wrinkle cream, white foundation, a turquoise brooch and men's cologne. I was walking outside the Prosecutor's Office. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of foolish preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them
"Hey Manny!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Damon Gant!
"What's up Damon?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said shyly.
But then, I heard the bailiff call me and I had to go away.
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