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!
Bizzie had gone through an entire month of school without making any friends. She had started to go back to her Shakepsearean way of speaking which pretty much drove off all the other kids. Naturally, she landed a huge part in the school's production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," but of course this did absolutely nothing for her reputation. Thespians, at Bizzie's school, were considered the freakiest of the freaks.
Bizzie usually sat by herself out on the playground during lunch reading either a play or "The History of Pi," something she still hadn't quite grasped even though she was Sailor Pi. Because she still hadn't come across any monsters, she began to wonder whether she actually had to understand the tangent, sine, and cosine fuctions in order to fight. The more she read about pi, the more fearful she got. Intregral calculous and symbols she had never seen before flooded her brain during the next few weeks, even though her math class was only up to Algebra II.
"Well, 'tis in vain to seek him here that means not to be found," she muttered one day as she slammed her pi book closed. "Tis in vain for me to think I could ever be a Sailor." Suddenly, she heard a voice.
"Spice girl power, make-up!" cried a voice with a Brittish accent.
"Oh no," Bizzie thought, "Not someone ELSE trying to make fun of me." However, it was not a joke at all. Before Bizzie's eyes, a sophmore exchange student that she'd seen around transformed into Sailor Spice.
"Hey there, mate," she said. "Did I hear you say you've lost your faith in girl power?"
"Um, no..."
"Yes I did, I know when a girl's lost faith in girl power. You need to spice up your life!"
"MY life? You're not even a real Spice Girl!"
"Well, maybe now I'm not, but I once was. The other Spice Girls couldn't handle the fact that I was a Sailor, so they ditched me."
"Is that the only reason?"
"Well, that and I refused to walk around in a sailor hat all the time."
"Why aren't you with the other Sailors?"
"They thought I was giving them a bad rep, can you imagine that?" Of course Bizzie could, but she didn't say anything.
"How about we team up and find the rest of the Sailors? I'm sure they'll forgive you, as they will forgive me."
"That sounds like a fabulous idea. By the way, I'm Mel A" Bizzie almost burst out laughing, but she managed to control herself for the moment. "But why do--what's your name?"
"I'm Bizzie," said Bizzie.
"Bizzie, why do YOU want to find the other Sailors?"
"Tis simple. I am Sailor Pi."
"Pie? That sounds like an excellent idea! Let's go to the cafeteria and we'll talk about what kind of Sailor you are."
"No, no, no, I am Sailor Pi. P-i pi, as in the ratio of circumference to diameter." Bizzie received a blank stare from Mel A.
"So you throw pies at monsters?"
Bizzie could see she was getting nowhere. All of a sudden a wave of rage came over her and she began to recite something she once knew:
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
Mel A suddenly remembered something from long ago on the Moon Kingdom and quickly appoligized to Bizzie. She immediately agreed to help Bizzie find the Sailors and even used one of her few powers to give her a decent transformation song: "Spice Up Your Life."
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