"I want to be an author," I said, a dreamy look clouding over my eyes.

"You wish," the irritating girl sitting behind me sneered, her voice venomous. She narrowed her eyes at me, looking me up and down in a manner of distaste.

I hated the way she regarded me as some sort of worm.

"Ignore her," my friend whispered hastily and shot an anxious sideways glance at her. "If you want to be an author that bad..." she trailed off in thought. "Try Wattpad."

"What?"

"You've never heard of it?"

"Well..." I hesitated. "No."

"It's an app for reading and writing." she said simply. If only I'd known at the time that it would be so much more than just that. "Try it," she encouraged me, giving me a small nudge, smiling warmly.

I shrugged. "Sure."

"What a waste of storage" the girl sitting behind me rolled her eyes at me. "You? An author? Keep dreaming."

I met her gaze with a poisonous glare of my own. "I'll prove you wrong."