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 math operation
Or the rules of heat condensation
3.14 can save any situation
She is the one named Sailor Pi
She is the one
Sailor Pi!
"There goes the thespian pi freak again," said Sally, a popular girl in Bizzie's class.
"Yeah," said Dillan, "She's always so busy."
"Personally, I think she's dizzy," said Jackie, Sally's friend.
"Look how fizzy her drink is!"
"Her hair's too frizzy"
Suddenly, the three friends looked at eachother and gasped. They immediately went over to their victim and screamed, "Frizzy Fizzy Dizzy Bizzie Lizzie!!!!" Bizzie was pretty used to this by now. At first, she had the uncontrollable urge to transform, just to prove that she wasn't JUST a thespian i freak. Now that time had passed and she had ONE friend (Mel A.), things weren't so bad anymore.
Every day after Bizzie passed through the crowd of annoying "jocks," she met up with Mel A out on the field next to the track. While everyone else just thought they were freaks who liked to eat outside even in winter (not unusual for a thespian pi freak), what she and Mel A were really doing was unknown to anyone. After a very quick lunch, they wandered off into the woods behind the school in search of the other Sailors. However, after a month of doing this, they han't been very sucessful.
"I don't get it," said Mel A one day. "Where ARE they?"
"I fear I do not know," replied Bizzie, "But, out of curiousity, why are we looking for them HERE?" Dead silence followed the question that had never entered the simple mind of Sailor Spice.
The next day, the two "Rebel Spices" decided to look in the OTHER woods behind the school, the ones that had been said to have been once inhabited by the evil Queen Beryl and her trecherous "loyal subjects."
"I don't think we should go in there," Mel A said nervously, "Who knows what Queen Beryl will have planned for us."
"She doesn't even know we're Sailors," Bizzie reasoned, "And besides, it will give us practice at being Sailor Scouts. If we can't even fight a little creature, the we'll never get any respect from the other Sailors."
"Well said," exclaimed Mel A, "You didn't even use the word 'thou'."
And so, Bizzie and Mel A. wandered into the forest. Instantly it became dark and the trees seemed to tower over them. Suddenly, they heard a voice.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooo. I am a ghhhhooooooooooosssssstttttt"
"AHHHHHHHH!" Bizzie and Mel A. screamed at the same time and instantly ran in opposite directions. Mel A. was STILL screaming when Bizzie stopped straight in her tracks and turned around. "Thou wretched villian that did consort us here shall with us hence! In the name of Sigma Pi, I command you to show yourself!"
"Ooooooooooooo, yooooouuuuu dooonnnn''t sccaaarrreee uuuusssss. Yooouu're just a thheeespian pi freeeeaaak."
Bizzie's blood began to rise up in anger as two pi signs suddenly formed in her eyes.
"It is I
Sailor Pi
No further wilt thou have to
Endart thine eye
The fearful passage of my rage
Is now the traffic of this stage
If thou wretched villian will still attend
No further toil will I strive to mend
PI TANGENT POWER, MAKE UP!" Somewhere in her mind, Bizzie heard the same song she'd heard the very first time she'd transformed. Her purple stretch pants turned into black stockings as her shoes turned into ballet slippers. The first 100, 000, 000, 000 microscopicly swirled around her in a cloud of pink, blue, and purple dust. Mel A. finally stopped screaming to watch the extraordinary sight of her friend transform from a thespian pi freak to a thespian pi freak with POWER.
In pure amazement, the two "ghosts" showed themselves. One had been in the form of water, one had been in the form of dirt, but now they looked like regular people. "You're a Sailor!" cried one of them.
"You think that's amazing?" said Mel A., coming over to them. "Spice Girl Power, Make-up!" Somewhere in the distance, the song "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls played as she turned into Sailor Spice.
"That's nothing," said the boy, "I want to know how you got all those digits of pi!"
"What are you talking about?" said the girl next to him, "That was even cooler!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"I think not."
"Oh I think so."
"Wherefore art thou enemies?" interrupted Bizzie, "Thou canst live among these woods without quarrel?"
"Um, Bizzie," interjected Mel A, "We're in Queen Beryl's haunted forrest."
The boy grinned. "Bizzie, eh? You must be a busy person, with Shakespeare and pi and all."
"I am!" exclaimed Bizzie, amazed that someone finally understood her.
"I'm Kenny and this is my younger sister Thistle. We're prisoners of Queen Beryl until we can find a way out."
"I can help you," said Bizzie with a blink and a smile. Catching a look from Mel A, she quickly corrected herself. "WE can help."
"Totally," said Mel A, "Just follow us." With Bizzie's sense of direction, they were out of the forrest in no time flat. On the way, Bizzie and Mel A explained to Thistle and Kenny why they were in the forrest in the first place. Then, they asked them some questions."
"How did you become Queen Beryl's prisoners?"
"Well, we were wondering through the woods just like you were," Thistle explained, "Only we were in search of the other elements. Together, the four elements will have a power greater than all of the Sailors combined."
"Pardon me," Bizzie interupted, "But aren't there over 109 elements known to man?"
"Yes," Thistle replied, "But our elements are different. We are the ORIGINAL elements: fire, water, earth, and wind. I am Water, my brother is Earth."
Bizzie's heart skipped a beat. "Fire you say?"
"Yes, that's right."
"I knew someone named Fire."
"Suuuurrreee you did. According to legend, Fire's not even on this continent. Besides, there are many people that try to pose as Fire, just so they can fool us, but there is only one Fire."
"Yes," Bizzie said, "It must have been another Fire." In her heart, Bizzie knew that it was probably the same Fire, but in her desperation to find the Sailors she did not mention her long-departed friend again.
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