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!
Bizzie nearly spit out her lasagna when she heard Hanni say "transformation wand."
"How do you know about transformation wands?" Bizzie asked her, trying to stay calm.
"I used to have a whole one until someone stole the other half of my banana."
"WHAT?!" Kenny and Bizzie exclaimed at the same time.
"It's a rather complicated," Hanni began, "And I'm not sure if I understand it myself. I don't know who I really am, only that if I had the other half of my banana I would find out."
"Maybe you are a Sailor, then," Bizzie reasoned.
"Or the 6th Element," said Kenny.
"Sailor? 6th Element? What are you guys talking about?"
"It's nothing," Bizzie told her, "We'll tell you about it later."
That day was the start of a new athletic season. One sports credit per year was required at Cloud Cookoo School and because ping-pong was the only sport that Bizzie had EVER played, she eagerly went to tryouts.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Bizzie exclaimed to Kenny, who was also trying out.
"Yeah," said Kenny, "Ping-pong really gives you a good workout." Just then, a teacher came over to them.
"Sorry to dissapoint you," he said to Bizzie, "But we don't have very many ping-pong tables. No freshmen can be on the team."
"Well," Kenny sighed, "I guess you're going to have to do cheerleading after all, Biz."
"Noooooooooooo" Bizzie cried, throwing herself on a ping-pong table, "Oh whereaday that ever I was born! Oh, to touch this table, to hold this paddle in my hand, to hit the ball with all my might, to-" There seemed to be some kind of smoke shield forming around Bizzie as she spoke, but no one could really justify that in their confusion. Everyone had turned to stare at Bizzie as though she were complete nut case.
"She's snapped again." Kenny mumbled.
"....to see the ball go over the net, to play ping-pong seven hours every day-- that would be the sweetest thing of all." There was a moment of silence. Apparently, Bizzie had finished her speech. Suddenly, there was the sound of someone clapping. It was a girl with light brown hair dressed in a shirt Bizzie recognized as one like her own who was smiling and applauding. Kenny decided to join her, and eventually everyone started clapping for Bizzie.
"Bizzie, I want to talk to you, NOW" shouted Mr. Mummer, the drama teacher. Bizzie's face went from radiant to pale. Slowly she got off the ping-pong table and faced the drama teacher. Once again, the room fell silent-- except for the girl who had started the clapping reaction.
"Mr. Mummer," she began, "I realize that this girl may seem rather peculiar and you may want to punish her for putting on such a specticle. However, we all feel different at one point or another and we each express that difference in our own way. Please forgive this girl for what she has done and instead look at what a strong self expression she has." Once again, everyone was stunned, including Bizzie.
"Arpiana, I-" Before Mr. Mummer could say anything more to this girl who had defended Bizzie, he realized that Arpiana was no longer standing there. "Where did she go?" he asked.
"That's so weird," said Bizzie, "She's gone."
"I feel bad, I wasn't going to yell at her, and I'm not yelling you either Bizzie."
"You're not?"
"Of course not, I was going to ask you to try out for Macbeth."
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