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The man named Rowan had practically skipped his way onto the makeshift stage and singing karaoke. Quite well, too. Roxy was still hanging out on the sidelines watching the others who were up here so far. It seemed like everyone had their own little group of people to chat with. As she watched, her mind wandered back to food and hoping there would be some soon. If not, she’d be ordering a massive pizza. As that thought popped into her head, she thought that it may be a good idea to order for everyone, seeing as she hadn’t brought anything to contribute. 

Quickly, Roxy pulled out her phone and navigated to the nearest pizza parlor’s website and tapped in the info, ordering two of everything from cheese, to supreme, as well as 6 two-liters of soda with a note in the comments section to let them know it was needed on the roof and mentioning a 50$ tip if they could get it to her in under 30 minutes. As she clicked “Place Order”, her stomach growled so loud that she was sure that everyone could hear it over Rowan’s singing. Gods she was hungry. Hopefully no one took offence to her ordering food, but she thought that pizza would probably go over well for most. With that done, she took another look over the crowd and considered getting something to drink, but decided against it for now and instead took up a seat on the ledge of the roof and swung her feet absentmindedly. 

She knew that it was her own fault, but she couldn’t help but feel lonely. It had always been so hard for Roxy to meet new people, and even harder to find friends in others. Her mother said it was likely due to the years of homeschooling, blaming herself for not socializing Roxy more once they left Ireland. Roxy never felt any animosity toward her parents for their decision to homeschool her, in fact, it was thanks to them that she could to to any college she wanted to. Once she completed her pre-med courses, obviously. But going to prestigious schools didn’t make her less lonely or better at interacting with people. So, for now, she would watch and make up fake life stories for each person up here. She’d think up awesome, outrageous lives for them. 

Of course, none of them were the world’s youngest genius who was living here under a protection program for stumbling across some of the government’s best kept secrets. But, it was fun to imagine and kept her entertained while she waited for her pizza to arrive.