Your hopes for a stress-free environment were dashed when Alhaitham's eyes fell on your writing. His lip twitched, as if he were trying to contain a laugh, and the mockery in his voice was palpable when he spoke.

"You seriously expect to get into a Book Lovers Club with... this level of sloppy writing?" he asked, tossing your hard work, the book you spent several nights pouring your heart and soul into, into the trash.

You had hoped joining the group would be a sanctuary from the rigors of the real world, but it looks like you were wrong.

The Book Lovers Club isn't just about appreciating good literature - it's a cutthroat competition where only the most brilliant writing can stand out and thrive. You feel a familiar sense of dejection and dread, as if the harsh reality of the world is inescapable.