[h1] [color=Crimson] Kiddo 
Lunch Time [/color] [/h1]

	It was about the middle of the day. Music was over, some of the other classes were over. The first day was going alright so far. At least that's what Kiddo thought. The voices that usually whisper and linger in his mind haven't been active yet today. Surprisingly. Kiddo didn't have a breakfast. An empty stomach usually causes the voices to rise like a flood in the depths of his mind. 
	Kiddo smiled at the silence. He was glad that he could take the time to sit down and enjoy his lunch. While eating he began to listen to the many conversations the other kids were having. Making out, classes, school work, stress, parental problems, drugs. Everything was there. He couldn't pin point who was talking about what, but it was there. It was there for the whole world to hear, they just had to listen.
	That's what Kiddo thought was wrong with a lot of people. They never took time to listen and pay attention to the details. They never stopped to smell the flowers. Every day they just go forward, focusing on what is in front of them and not around them. Kiddo sighed as finished his food. Cleaning his area he made his way back to his room for a quick draw session. He hadn't drawn anything sicne he arrived a day ago.