Chapter Twenty: Me and My Guitar

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by Liz

Sailor Pi

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!



Biz and Jeff"So, Jeffy, how DID you get here?" Bizzie asked him after school.

"Well, it's a rather long and complicated story."

"Do tell."

"Well, I was on a train headed for London and-"

"Jeffy, you DO realize that you have to take a plane to get to London, right?"

"Not London, England, London, Ontario! That's 20 miles from here! What, did you think I was going to see the Spice Girls or something?" Bizzie sighed. "So, I was on this train and suddenly someone yells 'Water star power, make up!' and I yelled 'Fire star power--"

"Yeah, yeah, what are you doing HERE?"

"Oh, right, I live here, duh!"

"But you told me you were going back to your home town!"

"London IS my home town, duh!" Jeffy thwaped Bizzie upside the head.

"So why are you HERE?"

"I told you, I LIVE here!" By this time, smoke was practically coming out of Bizzie's ears in frustration.

"No, you live in London!"

"I LIVED in London until I moved here."

"WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO???"

"Get a grip, Bizzie!" Bizzie tried to calm down. "And to answer your question, you never asked!" Bizzie glared at him. "Say, you're wearing jeans!"

"Yep."

"And...a backpack!"

"Yep."

"And...a black shirt!"

"Your point?"

"I dunno, otherwise, you're exactly the same."



Hanni and Roger"Who do you think you are barging in on me and my guitar?" Roger asked when he heard the door open. Once again, he was all alone in the music room. When saw Hanni, he dropped his guitar.

"Hanni Banani," she replied, "Want a banana?"

"No thanks," Roger grumbled. Hanni shrugged and carefully peeled her banana. "You have more bananas?" Roger asked, eying how fresh and juicy the one that Hanni was holding appeared.

"Yeah, a whole purse full!"

"Why so many?" he asked. Hanni sighed.

"I'm trying to find the other golden banana so that I can transform."

"Really? I'm trying to find glory beyond the cheap colored lights."

"What?"

"A song about love."

Camera"Oh." Suddenly, Mark teleported in. He held his camera so close to Roger's face that it was just barely touching his nose.

"Close on Roger tuning the fender guitar he hasn't played in a year."

"This won't tune!" Roger complained, pushing Mark away.

"So we hear."

"Tell the folks at home what you're doing, Roger!" "He's writing one great song, Mark, leave him alone!" Hanni told him.

"There goes my phone! See you around." With that, Mark was gone.

"I wish I could find my song," Roger said, gazing out the window.

"I'm sure you will," Hanni assured him, "Any day, but not today."

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