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!
"I can't believe a year went by so fast," said Mark.
"Yeah, I'll say," said Roger as he strummed his guitar.
"Well, it's time to see what we have time to see."
"Yep. Turn the projector on!" Mark flicked the switch on the film projector that they'd wheeled into the math room. The first image on wall was almost identical to the one in real life.
"First shot Roger, tuning the fender guitar he hadn't played in a year," Mark said sadly.
"This won't tune!" mouthed the image on the wall.
"So we hear," said Mark.
"I found my song," Roger told Mark.
"Found your song? Now, if you could just find Mel A."
"I tried, you know I tried." Mark turned back to his film.
"Fade in on Mark, who's still in the dark-"
"But, he's got great footage-"
"He's cut together!"
"To screen today!"
"In honor of Bizzie's frog-"
"Alpha?"
"Beta, who got her kicked out the computer room for the rest of the year." Just then, the image on the wall dissapeared. "Then again, maybe we won't screen it today."
"Now, what's this about Bizzie's frog?"
"You didn't hear? Bizzie brought her frog to school, but it got loose in the computer lab."
"Wow, that's even worse than forgetting to plug in your headphones."
"Shhhh, here she comes." When Bizzie walked into the room casually, as though the computer room/frog incident never happened. Hanni followed seconds later.
"Wow, that was a really good workout," Hanni said.
"For you, maybe," said Bizzie, "But I just had fun watching,"
"You should really try running, Bizzie, it's really good for you."
"With those shoes, she should try stilt walking," Mark whispered to Roger.
"Come on Biz, a few miles can't hurt you."
"Well..." Bizzie thought for a moment. "Oh, wait, this is June, right?"
"Of course! It IS the last week of school, after all."
"That's what I thought. See...I don't run miles in June." Hanni peered at her curiously.
"Really? I don't run miles in June OR July!" exclaimed Arpi as she walked in casually.
"Wow!" Bizzie marveled, "I don't run miles in June OR July OR August!"
"You don't say! I don't run miles in June OR July OR August OR September!"
"And I don't run miles in June OR July OR August OR September OR October!"
"And I don't run miles in--"
"ALL RIGHT!" shouted Roger, "I'm trying to tune my guitar, here."
"You guys," Hanni whispered, "If you won't run a mile then, when WOULD you run?"
"Hmmm, let me think a second," Arpi whispered back. After a couple seconds, she whispered, "I think that I would run if it were 75 degrees out." Hanni looked quite pleased, but then Arpi added, "That is, in the winter."
"Wow, I think I'd even run if it were as high as 65 in in the winter," Bizzie commented.
"Me too, but you know how winter is here, Hanni!" Hanni groaned in frustration.
"Mark!" yelled Mel A, "Roger! Anyone! Help!"
"Maureen?" asked Mark.
"It's Mel A! I fell down the stairs!"
"No!" cried Roger. The five of them raced down the hall to find Mel A. clutching her arm and Jeffy and Thistle trying to help her up.
"I'm going to die!" sobbed Mel A.
"No you're not!" said Thistle in surprise, "You only hurt your arm."
"But it hurts!" Arpi and Hanni exchanged glances.
"Hold on," said Mark, "Roger wants to play you a song, Mel."
"Um, yeah," said Roger, grabbing his guitar, "There's something you should hear. It isn't much, but it took all year." He played a few chords, picked up his microphone, and began to sing.
"Near, far, wherever you are, I believe that the heart--"
"NOT THAT SONG!"
"Oops..."
"I've got some great news!" Kenny shouted down the hallway, "They're- Yikes, what happened to you, Mel?"
"I'm going to die!" she sobbed.
"She fell on her arm," Arpi said matter-of-factly. Mel whispered something to Roger, and Roger whispered something back which no one heard.
"What are they talking about?" Hanni whispered to Mark.
"They're talking about the summer, I have no doubt."
"Have any of you noticed that some of us always speak in rhymes?" asked Kenny, "Or that our lives bear a striking, almost satirical resemblence to the story of the musical 'Rent?"
"Not particuarly," Mark and Roger said at the same time.
"Can you get up, Mel?" asked Kenny.
"I'd need some help," she said. Each one of them took part in getting Mel to stand up again.
"Thanks!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry I can't play the song for you, Mel," Roger said, gazing into Mel's eyes.
"That's all right, Roger." Mel A. giggled. "I have a lot of trouble remembering things too."
"ANYWAY," Kenny interrupted, "I just got word that this ISN'T the last week of school! They've extended it a week!"
"YAY!" they all cheered.
"And I still won't have to run laps!" Bizzie teased.
"There is no future," sang Mark, "There is no past."
"Thank God this moment's not the last!" exclaimed Roger.
"You know, I'd really like a picture of all of you guys," said Bizzie, "But I forgot to bring my camera."
"You can use mine, Bizzie!" Mark said as he got out his camera.
"I'll take the picture!" Mr. MacFarlany volunteered, overhearing the conversation, "Everyone get together." Mel put her head on Roger's shoulder. Arpiana stood next to Mark. Bizzie sat down in front of everyone, got out her pink tennis ball, and started throwing it up in the air again.
"Bizzie, put the ball away!" Jeffy told her.
"But it will look good in the picture!" Jeffy stared for a moment, then let it go. Just as Mr. MacFarlany was about to snap the picture, Kenny got a strange look on his face.
"What's wrong, Kenny?" asked Thistle.
"You're...here! Where did you come from, Thistle?"
"Oh, you know, I've been all over, I'm very busy you know."
"But I'm Bizzie!" exclaimed Bizzie, and with that, the flash on Mark's camera went off.
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