BF5 Shorts: The Forbidden Sketchbook

Going to a local college nearby in Handler Corners to finish her Major in Graphic Design, LeeAnn was a busy woman. She had no time to really just sit down a relax especially with being choked up in work. Running around, she was trying to find the sketchbook she had for her Drawing 2 class. If she didn't find it, the world would probably end for the red head. Concord sat there watching all of this happen. She was running around the garage trying to find it in places like under the cars, in toolboxes, in trash cans, and so many places no one would even think about. "I can't find it! For the love of pickles, where could I have left it" she said to herself. Concord walked over to her seeing if he could help. 

"Could you have left it in your room? Or in the kitchen" said the creature. LeeAnn was glad someone was actually helping her manage where she puts things. The redhead smile a bit relieved. "I think I might of left it on my desk in my room" she said. LeeAnn would run down to the basement where their cars were held and everything. Concord followed her. The strange creature was still new the the team since he was endangered when LeeAnn found him. 

She went to her room which still held some boxes showing she was still unpacking. The memory of her sketchbook was still there on her desk where she left it. It was engraved into her mind now like stone. 

Approaching the desk, there lied old drawings that were school such as shading simple 3-D shapes or drawing simple stuff for practice. Almost everything was there except...her sketchbook!

Terror struck her! 

An artist's sketchbook was like a diary for a teenage girl holding secrets that no human should ever lay eyes on. That old leather-bound sketchbook held her darkest secrets of her life including somethings that should be questioned. "Who...took...my stetchbook" she said quietly in a terrorfied look. Concord was slightly confused. "You alright?" he asked. 

LeeAnn shook her head. "No...someone has my sketchbook" she said. 

Concord needed have this explained to him since the human world was something new to his life. "Why is it so important? I mean, sure to you, but to someone else wouldn't it just...well be meaningless. If a normal person just looked at it from a normal perspective, they would say that loosk great, but if they look at a pshycological perspective then I would worry" said Concord. LeeAnn pulled her hair. She went down to her knees and gripped the carpet in frustration. "That's the thing, genius. What if they do? They will! I know they will. Its my diary..only...not frilly and pink" she said. She ran out of her room in search of her missing sketchbook. 

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A few hours later, she slowed down and fell to her knees giving up. Concord just sat there tilting his head curiously. "No luck I assume" he guessed. The girl gave a thumbs up then fell over. It was game over for her. "I'm ruined. My life is shattered. I am gonna watch my sorrows in Tokyo Ghoul" she sluggishly said. She looked over at the couch where Stanford and Spinner sat holding a book. She paid no attention until she saw the symbol of a dragon holding a sword. She bought that at a fair as it was a handmade sketchbook and it was a must have!

Her eyes widen in horror. "These drawings are really dark, but cool. I love the one with the girl bounded in chains saying "There is no escape" really does look...spooky, but cool" commented Spinner. Stanford found this to be better than watching anything on television. The redhead stood there practically eye cringing and holding her fist in a ball. Neither one of them noticed her there. Finally, she walked over and swiped the book out of their hands. 

Spinner and Stanford looked up in sync. She gave a glare that was deadly and unwelcoming to the two men in the room. Even Concord could feel a shiver or down down his spine. "Which...one of you...touched...my...sketchbook" she said in a hushed tone. A small gulp came from Spinner, but Stanford dare challenge her. The brit decided to stand up and swipe her book from her good hand. "I will let you know you stupid redhead, that I am royalty and once I get my throne you are out of my kingdom" he said. LeeAnn took back her sketchbook and gave a harsh glare. "I wouldn't want to be in your kingdom anyways" she said. She walked out of the room as Spinner eyed Concord then Stanford. "I wouldn't challenge her Stanford. She means business. She's scarier than um...Augra? Well, she definately is scary" he said. 

The brit snorted. Concord dared to intervien? Nah. He would let humans decide amongst themselves. 

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At the dinner table, LeeAnn sat there quietly eating giving Stanford glares. She was more mad at Stanford than Spinner. The woman could overlook Spinner without a problem since she didn't hold something against him. As for Stanford, there was something about that man she would just love to see him eating her dirt. It was probably how he held himself as it brought back memories of middle and high school as she was bullied for being on the lower status of finances or for her long red hair. She didn't like anyone going through her stuff especially her sketchbook since it held sacred things that not even her brother would know about.

Agura, being the only other female at the table, noticed her odd behavior and the glares at Stanford. She shared similar feelings against the brit, but grew to like him. LeeAnn needed that same thing to happen to her. Agura placed her spoon down and looked at Leeann. "Something wrong, LeeAnn? You seem to be acting odd" she asked. LeeAnn's blue eye risked a glance up at Agura then looked down playing with her peas like a small child refusing to eat them. "Yeah" she simply said. LeeAnn got up and decided to do something to get revenge. Concord lifted his head noticing where LeeAnn was going.

"Wonder what that girl is doing" thought Concord.

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"Where's my hair gel?" cried Stanford. He demanded an answer!

When he went to the bathroom that morning, he noticed there wasn't any hair gel. Hair gel was the holy grail to him in order to maintain a good look. He wore a hat to cover his horrible hair. LeeAnn lied in the lounge drawing in her sketchbook, the same one Stanford snooped through. She was still angry about that. "Who took the nerve to take my hair gel" demanded the brit. 

A small smirk came from LeeAnn as she continued to doodle. "It was expired. I thought I might take the nice gesture to throw them away for you" she said innocently. The brit growled and stormed off. Concord laughed. "You did that" he smiled. LeeAnn nodded being a little proud of herself.

"You touch my sketchbook and talk rudely to me, I get revenge. Besides, I just moved the hair gel into a different cupboard" she replied.