by Liz
Fighting fractions by moonlight
Challenging teachers by daylight
Reading Shakespeare at midnight
She is the one named Sailor Pi
She would never forget a math operation
Or the rules of heat condensation
Pi is the symbol for a new generation
She is the one named Sailor Pi
She is the one named Sailor Pi
She is the one
Sailor Pi!
The next day at school, Bizzie was having a rather good day for once. The other kids didn't annoy her as much because knowing that Kenny and Mark were there too made things seem a lot better. Though Mel A. was gone, Bizzie felt extremely confident knowing that she now had normal friends.
"Bizzie, over here!" yelled a familiar voice. Bizzie turned to see Kenny, Mark, and a girl she didn't know sitting at a table in the very back of the cafeteria. Quickly, Bizzie zoomed past evil onlookers to their table.
"Hey you guys!" Bizzie said cheerfully, putting her tray down. Mark and Kenny glanced at eachother.
"Bizzie," said Kenny, "Are you feeling alright?"
"Couldn't be better!" Bizzie said with a grin.
"You're way too smily," Mark remarked.
"That's not such a bad thing," said the blonde-haired girl sitting next to Mark. "I don't frown very much either."
"Maybe you don't," Kenny responded, "But Bizzie does! She's our resident thespian pi-freak who is way too deep and dramatic to be this happy." Bizzie shrugged and continued poking at her lunch.
"What IS that?" Mark asked Bizzie, pointing to her lunch.
"Lasagna of course, what did you think it was?"
"I can think of a lot of things that it could be."
"It's Lasagna Bizagna!" exclaimed Kenny, pronouncing both words like they are spelled.
"I think you mean Lizanya Bizanya," said a voice unknown to Bizzie.
"Oh, Biz," Mark said, as if reading Bizzie's mind, "I should probably introduce you to Hanni."
"Who's Hanni?"
"I'm Hanni," said the girl with the blonde hair sitting next to Bizzie.
"Oh hi Hanni! Please forgive me for being so unaware of your presence. It's so great to meet you! You're going to have such a great time hanging out with us!" Bizzie's overly exaggerated speech got her a strange stare from everyone at the table.
"Don't mind her," Kenny whispered to Hanni, "She just got a real life."
"What's that, Bizzie?" Hanni asked, pointing to Bizzie's necklace. "It looks like the Greek letter pi."
"It is!" exclaimed Bizzie, "I got it for my birthday awhile ago. I believe that it holds the power of the first 31,415,926 digits of pi in it."
"Shhhhhhhhhhh," Mark whispered to Bizzie, "Don't tell her you're a Sailor."
"Why not?" Bizzie asked softly.
"Because you can't give your identity out to just anyone! It's not safe! Haven't you ever seen 'Alex Mack?'"
"All right then."
"What's that banana for, Hanni?" Kenny asked Hanni, pointing to a banana that was sticking out of her purse.
"Oh that....that's nothing," she said, quickly shoving the banana back in. Out of nowhere, Bizzie gasped.
"Oh my God!" Bizzie shouted, jumping up. "You're a Sailor! You must be Sailor Banana!"
"BIZZIE," Mark said forcefully, giving her a kick under the table, "What ever do you mean?"
"Sailor?" asked Hanni, "I'm not a sailor, I don't even live near any boats."
"Right," said Mark forcefully, "That's what we meant, we're all BOAT SAILORS. You got that BIZZIE?" Bizzie sighed.
"Yeah, I guess."
"GOOD. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving. I'll check up on you later." A second later, the seat where Mark had been sitting was empty.
"Well, that was smart," said Bizzie sarcastically.
"Yeah," said Hanni, "He forgot to take his transformation wand."
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