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Maddy and Lia spent almost the entirety of that evening drawing up plans and pitching ideas, but the whole student council business was much more strenuous than they had originally thought. It was proving difficult to find a policy that would, first of all, be applicable to every student, and secondly, one that every pupil would accept and be content with. By the time Maddy had found an idea she was happy with, the wastepaper basket in her room was overflowing with scrap ideas.

The next morning, the sun was gleaming brightly, and Lia hoped that the weather wasn't playing another false pretence as it had the day before. When they arrived at school, the students competing for representative on the student council and the people assisting their campaigns were allowed to miss first period to set up their stands outside in the courtyard, where they could voice their policies and hopefully get students to vote for them.

As Lia tied some ribbons around Maddy's stand – red ones, to match her colour scheme. As she did so, she listened to Kara's campaign that was being echoed around the courtyard due to the megaphone she used to project her voice, "Every day should be a non-uniform day. Looking your best is a fundamental human right! Just because you're at school doesn't mean you can't look gorgeous - and smell gorgeous! Which is why we're installing grooming stations in every toilet."

Jimi then took the mic from his blue stand, surrounded by predominantly the lads, "Every week we go out and represent the school. Isn't it time the school invested in us? New kits, new goal nets, and new training gear!" The boys seemed to like his campaign. That much became clear when the group surrounding him erupted in applause.

Lia twisted her mouth as she thought back to Maddy's policy...

"Food! At the end of the day, what's more important?" Jana questioned the small group around her, Shannon by her side, hand on her shoulder, "Nothing! And what say do we get in it?" She received no response, "Exactly – none! Something that important can't be picked and chosen at random, which is why I propose you should set the menu in the school canteen!" More people seemed to like this proposal than Lia thought as the crowd cheered.

Taking their places on either side of Maddy, Lia and Rhydian stood proudly, nodding along with what the brunette was saying to the group of students surrounding their stand, "Every pupil has a right to privacy on school property. No more taking pictures on mobiles! And no more social networking!" 

Even the feedback from the megaphone was squealing in protest.

"Let's get a grip on this privacy problem!"

No applause, no cheers, and the small crowd quickly backed away from Maddy's stand. The brunette frowned as they walked away, "What's their problem?"

"Avid social media users, most likely," Rhydian responded, obviously making fun of the girl, but she didn't pick up on it. Lia narrowed her eyes at the boy before turning to Maddy, "Are you sure this is the best policy? I know that social media is a big issue and stuff, but I really don't think banning phones is going to get many people onside."

Jeffries walked up to the three, "Yes... it's very admirable, Maddy. But maybe a bit too cerebral."

Maddy raised the megaphone to her mouth to respond, "It's a matter of principle, sir."

Jeffries raised a hand to his ear, quickly cutting her off before she could shout at him again, "And what are you proposing?" he asked with a nod toward Lia, building on her point, "We ban all mobiles and computers in school? That's not going to get you many votes," he cast a glance to the other campaigners, "Take a leaf out of their book."

He passed the three an encouraging look before strolling away. Rhydian looked to the side, "Tuck shop," he said in a sing-song voice. He received two hits on the arm. He backed away from the sisters, rubbing his arm and pouting like a child. Maddy tutted, slamming her megaphone on the desk and walking back inside the school.

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