Today is my last day of being in Australia. Today is the day I face Mihi and tell her how I really feel. The teachers are giving Ash, Ty and I the lesson strait after lunch to pack up our lockers and say goodbye to all of the teachers and students, and then we have homeroom, and we will say our final goodbyes to our classes. Because Mihi isn't in my homeroom, I will say my final goodbyes to her and her friends at lunch.

The lunch bell rings, and our teacher dismiss us. I walk to my locker and get my sandwich. I wait a while, and then I walk over to where all the supposedly popular people sit. There is football training on, so there aren't any boys there.

I walk up to Mihi and say, "hey Mihi, remember that time you borrowed my 4-colour pen? Remember how you never returned it to me?"

Mihi is speechless. "Umm, yeah…"

I continue, "Do you remember a single day going past without you saying something about the way I look?" I gesture to my school shorts and button-up shirt, "I can't. Do you remember a week where you didn't send me an offensive message on Facebook? I can't. I only have one question for you Mihi, why?"

Mihi stares at me blankly.

"So what's your answer?" I ask again.

One of the other popular girls yells at me, "coz you're a freaking weirdo!"

They all start laughing.

"I don't really think that's funny, or a very good answer to my question."

Mihi snaps back at me, "I don't have to answer your gay question anyway, nerd."

"Ok," I said. I turn my back and leave.

They all turn to each other and start talking in a loud whisper, but not loud enough for me to hear. Little does Mihi know that I am heading strait to her locker, witch I know she almost always leaves unlocked.

I reach Mihi's locker, and no one is in the hallway. I open her locker door, and the first thing I see is perfume, makeup and nail polish. There are at least 15 different colors, and I tip all of them onto Mihi's books and bag. I was nice and spared her iPod, but I took the case off and the case is now filled with glitter. I look at my handiwork, and I think, "Something's missing."

I use one of the lipsticks to write one single word on one of the books.

Slut

I close the locker door and walk off casually, eating my sandwich.

The bell rings to go in to class, and I go to meet Ashley and Tyler at the vending machine, as we organized.

I see them walking towards me across the basketball court, and I wave, trying to get rid of the guilty smirk on my face.

Obviously, I don't succeed. "What have you done?" Tyler asks me.

I look down at my shoes, "Well, I may have possibly tipped some nail polish on Mihi's books and bag."

After my statement sinks in, they both start laughing.

"Are you serious!?" Ashley half yells.

I nod, "I have a picture."

I get my phone out of my pocket and bring up the photo.

They both crack up again.

"She deserves it," Tyler mutters under her breath.

I nod again. "Lets go start saying goodbye,"

- There you go guys, chapter 3. The next chapter will be on the plane, and landing in Lima! Yay! -