// Colours // - Hood

Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is the re write of colours, I really hated the other one so hopefully this one will be a lot better! This one may be a little more violent and involve more alcohol and maybe a few drugs but im not sure yet, just a warning though. I will warn more specifically at the beginning of chapters though! Thank you for reading and supporting.
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The girl at the top is how I imagine Sammy (Just add more tattoo's) but you can imagine her how you like :)

Chapter 1

Cigarette in left hand, phone in my right, I stared out of the car window flicking ash every couple of minutes. I watched idly as the trees and power-lines passed me by. I half listened to my father as he rambled on about make sure I make some friends and try to be happy for once. I was on my way to college, 18 years old and being forced to choose a career for the rest of my life. Great. I looked down at the piece of paper on my lap reading it again and again.

Spring-side village

House 30

Residents -

Samantha Stone

Luke Hemmings

Michael Clifford

Ashton Irwin

Calum Hood

I screwed it up in anger and huffed as I let the last of my cigarette fall out of the moving car. How it is that I of all people would be stuck in a house with four guys I don't know for a whole year? This is what I get for applying late.

"It'll be fine Sammy, you're great at making friends." My dad murmured as he pulled off towards the city I would now call home.

I didn't answer the middle aged man who was now pulling into "Spring-side Village." I rubbed my eyes as he parked outside my house. I slammed my way out of the car grabbing the first bag I saw out of the boot. Tapping my pocket to ensure I still had my cigarettes I followed then signs to the key office.

"Name." The groggy looking woman announced the second I reached her.

I answered unwillingly and walked away as soon as the keys and some random pieces of paper hit my hands. I reached my house and jammed the keys in the door rather forcefully. My dad stood close behind me knowing I was nervous as hell. The random pieces of paper informed me that I was in room 5 which I assumed was on the top floor. I showed my dad the paper and he nodded and we began to carry my bags upstairs. I didn't bring much with me, clothes, posters and cigarettes where my main course of attention.

We dropped the last of my bags and I turned to my dad. He gave me a hug and left. We were never really much of a wordy family so a hug was all I got before he walked out the door leaving me in this house. I flopped on the bed groaning in the process.

"Er... hello?" A voice shouted from downstairs.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Come downstairs."

I dragged myself off the bed and down the two flights of stairs that separated me from the rest of the house. I followed the sound of group chatter and found myself heading towards the kitchen. I knocked lightly on the door before walking in only be greeted by four heads giving me their complete attention.