I sat down in my arm chair glaring at the pile of books beside me in the bed.

Weeks had passed since I had added all those books to my library and I was beginning to get all mixed up.

I was just so annoyed. My mother had given me a ton of chores to do, my brother wouldn't help me and I still hadn't gotten the results from the competition.

I sighed pulling out my phone to type yet another apology to my teacher. My assignment was due but I hadn't done it yet because all my priorities were misplaced.

I was trying to solve a math equation in factorization when my phone buzzed.

I rolled my eyes already planning to ignore the message when I realized that it was from Faruq.

Faruq: Hi Niyi.

I smiled glad that he had decided to chat with me again.

It has been a while since we chatted last and I was beginning to think that he was mad at me.

Niyi: Hi.

He was online so I waited patiently for him to respond.

The Faruq I knew would have responded immediately being the fast typed that he was.

But when twenty minutes passed and I still hasn't gotten a response I knew I had to go back to work.

I placed my phone on my bedside table.

I was already done with the assignment when Faruq's message came in.

I frowned picking up my phone. He had better have a good explanation for this.

Faruq: How are you doing, it's been long.

Niyi: Why did it take you so long to reply.

Typing...

Faruq: I was chatting with Amy.

Niyi: About what?

I but my lip when I realized that he didn't reply immediately.

Was he hiding something from me?

Faruq: It's not important.

Niyi: Then just tell me

Faruq: It doesn't really affect you. I've just... had to chat with her a lot lately.

Was he telling me what I think he was?

Amy is the girl he likes. I should have known.
I'm such an idiot, hadn't I learnt anything from those romance novels.

Niyi: I get it.

Faruq: Get what?

I didn't reply.

Faruq: Niyi!!!

I was just so angry right now. It was getting hard to think straight and tears were already blurring my vision.

But I didn't even know who I was angry with.

Myself for actually believing that he liked me.

Faruq for making it seem like I had a chance.

Or Amy for stealing my crush. She knew that I freaking liked him. What "important things" could she possibly be doing with him.

I blocked Faruq and Amy without a second thought. I also muted their statuses so that I wouldn't accidentally check their updates.

Then I let the tears run down my cheeks.

I thought I had a beautiful life regardless of all the loopholes it had.

Sure my aunty was diabetic and my parents were usually so busy, I had two best friends who I thought would always be there for me.

Looking out for me, just like I looked out for them. Not lying to me through their teeth.

I went offline and put my phone on silent. I had definitely had enough of WhatsApp for one day.

I decided to check my Wattpad account. The results of the Competition should be out by now.

In fact the hosts were about a week late.

"Finally" I sighed after going through my notifications.

At least one thing had gone well today.

I tapped on the notification which read;

Rosette_xx updated the starlight contest - Chicklit Results.

I said a silent prayer before reading through the post.

I scrolled up scanning through the list of participants hoping to see my username.

I wasn't the first, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth.

And the participants definitely weren't more than fifteen.

I drew in a breath to calm myself. This wasn't a matter of life or death. I really needed to calm down.

Finally, I found my username and book title.

I was the thirteenth on the list and the thirteenth in the competition.

I gasped staring at the text for a while letting the depth of this discovery sink in.

I was the thirteenth out of fifteen contestants on a competition. I was the second to the last.

And most importantly, I was a terrible writer.

I scanned through the marks which the judges had given me in different areas.

Title: 9/10
Blurb: 1/10
Cover: 10/10
Communication: 5/10
Plot: 7/10
Flow: 6/10
Grammar/spellings: 4/10
Creativity: 2/10
Characters: 1/10
Overall experience: 3/10
Total score: 48/100

Judges opinion.

The use of a popular rich girl as a mean bully and a poor need as the main character is quite cliche.
Your blurb isn't really a blurb. Its just a few lines that basically say read my book.
Also, you should probably edit book. There are a lot of errors that made it hard to read your book.

All in all, I think your story line is promising.

I stopped reading at "hard to read your book"

I just couldn't take it anymore. I was so stressed out that my head felt stuffy.

Like I couldn't bear to think of anything else for fear that it might burst.

I tossed my phone over to the edge of the bed and burst into tears.