Stephen walked into the school late. This was only his third day here, and he was already behind. He tried to be as discreet as possible, not wanting to draw attention to himself from the hall monitors, but the double doors had otherwise planned. They crashed loudly behind him. He was sure he was in for a reprimand, but no one seemed to notice. It was a relief, though, at this point, he was accustomed to not being noticed. His family was constantly moving for reasons he was not at liberty to discuss, not that anyone cared to discuss it with him, anyway. This was his fourth school this year. He learned quickly living in this lifestyle that it was easier just to not bother making friends.<br/>He quietly made his way to lunch. He had missed both first and second period and was halfway through third. This was a bad start. Rather than find somewhere indoors to sit alone, a task reeking of impossibility due to the sheer number of students infesting the cafeteria, he simply walked through the mass of humming, faceless drones to the door which led to an outside eating area. There were only a few people here, so he was able to find a nice, quiet, shady corner to sit in.<br/>His stomach was beginning to growl, but he didn't pay any attention. He had already begun to draw.