Enough was...sort of enough! Chuppi was tired of not being able to reach things, tired of having herself constantly stuck or mocked because she had to actually climb to get into a desk or a chair. Some things there were to accommodate her so noticed, so it wasn't like she was entirely out on the lamb, but darn it! This school needed to be kind to shorter people! Maybe...there would be a way for her to get others to notice? Maybe she could find a way to get help? Someone had been talking about a "StuCon" or whatever that was, and Chuppi had come to figure that it meant a group of people who made things better for others.
Chuppi liked to make people happy. Happy people meant they weren't being mean to one another (and her most of all) and things would get better! To sign up all she had to do was be brave and go to the lunchroom according to one of the people she talked to. Chuppi had a bit of a time getting there, but. . . .
. . . to make things a little worse she actually had to ask for the clipboard to be handed to her, she couldn't reach it where it'd been last set on the table (far back), and Chuppi took a deep breath as she looked over the names and positions. there was no point in backing out right now, right? She wanted people to know the plight of the short students, right?
Chuppi for President!
. . . or not. Vice President sounded more her style anyway because the Chupacabra believed in two strong things.
1) No one would listen to her.
2) They'd make fun of the fact she was too short to see the podium on debates.
Yes. Wice President could still help and make a difference. With a bit of a smile and a word of thanks she handed the board back to the older girl and quickly waddled off, wondering if she could make more friends by doing this. She'd love to have a bigger group of friends, ones who wouldn't make fun of her and maybe would help her out more. This was a good idea, right?
Chuppi for VP!
