First of all I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT! Now on with the story.

Chapter 1. I'm Going to Break It

Jacob has been avoiding me for a while now. I don't know what's going on. When I asked Sam and everyone else they just said he's aacting stupid. But I feel as if... It's something deeper than that.

It's freaking me out like big time.

But I don't know what to do about it. Everytime I get near him he runs the other way. I need answers. And I need them now.

Mika sat at her desk in her room. She was bored. Plain and simple.

"Grrrr." She walked over and picked up her guitar before walking out of heer room. "Mom. I'm going to First Beach." Her mother stuck her head out of the kitchen.

"Alright be home by 11 though." Mika nodded and rushed out the door with her guitar in hand. She made a small bonfire when she got to the beach.

"What's going on?" She huffed and plucked a few strings on her guitar. Pretty soon she was playing one of her favorite songs.

"Watch the Sun set

Don't let the building block your veiw

Skyscraper I'm starting to get used to you

It's midnight But it's so bright

And that's all right

Tell me your secrets

And know that I won't tell a soul

You're like good wine

I don't mind if you get old

Truth be told

You're Mine, Mine, Mine

So take those broken records off the stereo

And love me down

Let's have a Talk over coffee

Let's make music with our heart beats

What's that sound

Sounds like love love love love

love love love love love

Sounds like Love love love love

love love love love love.." Before she could get to the end she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw Jake moving towards her.

"Jake I..."

"I imprinted on you." Mika went wide eyed and smiled.

"Really Jake that's..."

"I'm trying to stop it." Mika's breath caught in her throat.

"W...why Jake? Why?" He looked on indifferent.

"Because compared to Bella. You're nothing. I love her. And it would have been so much easier if you hadn't have come along. So do us all a favor and go away. I could never love a half breed like you." Mika dropped to her knees with tears soaking her face. He'd never made a problem out of her being French and Quiluete before. She could do nothing but sob as he walked away. Mika sat there for hours crying. She didn't notice when a pair of arms picked her up or when they set her down in her bed. She passed out with these thoughts:

"Why am I never good enough?"