The ALEN faction. Made from the simple initials of all its members, had its first gathering in the special outhouse they had created for themselves.
The first member and the founder of their faction, Albert, sat at the head of the room and leaned back, his feet on the glass table. The vacation ended and just hours back, they had returned from a long and annoying speech from the principal.
Luka, or the L of the group, which certainly wasn't commonly being accepted as a Loser, truly wasn't, broke the silence.
"So about that tournament thing, I guess it's going to start next week?"
The E of the team, or I, was sitting quietly without looking at any of them. Seeing this strange behavior, Noa, the N spoke out.
"What's up? What are you thinking?"
"I wonder…" I, the E, said. "How I can skip more classes."
"Seriously? Even now?"
"Should I say I am still injured? They can't use it for any blackmail can they?"
Albert sighed at my words. "Yuyu, why do you want to skip classes?"
