Right I'm getting worried. A whole week and no word from Mia. Its totally not like her! I've rang her, texted her, emailed her ... no reply. Her mum just says she's too ill. And that's when the home phone is actually picked up. Mia's mum is usually so strict about schoolwork, she only lets Mia off if she's really really sick. I hope she's okay. But she's obviously NOT. No school for two weeks? Not on. I'm going round her house. If she is ill then I can cheer her up, fill her in on the latest gossip – Mia loves to gossip! And I love Mia!! She's my best friend, we have been for years.

"Is this the place?" Jacob stopped the car infront of Mia's neat house- 107, Shalles Street. I love Mia's house. Its so small and cosy, apart from Mia's room! Her twin brothers share and she has the biggest room in the house. Its pink and white, very girly, and pictures all over the walls, and a big TV and a white desk with lots of make-up on. I suddenly realized Jacob was looking at me expectantly.

"Yeah." A lump caught in my throat. I wasn't sure I wanted to be here anymore.

"Nessie? Do you want me to go in with you?" he asked worridley.

"No." I shook away the fear. This was my best friend. Why was I anxious? I'll tell you – from what Katia said. Did she know something?

"Okay baby. I'll pick you up in an hour." Jacob smiled.

"Yes," I croaked. Taking a deep breath, I got out of the car and ran to the door, getting soaked on the way- it was pouring down with freezing rain! I rang the doorbell timidly. Mia's mum came to the door. Her hair was lank and she had massive bags under her eyes.

"Oh," she sighed.

"I've come to see Mia." I said quietley. She didn't know what to do, so she just hovered there.

"Please," I added. "I want to see her. I haven't seen her in three weeks."

"She's ill," Mrs. Fith snapped. I stared at her. "Well – okay - " she said eventually, sounding put out. "Come in." I wiped my feet and slid off my trainers.

"Where is she?"

"Upstairs," Mrs. Fith replied, sounding tired. I climbed the narrow staircase slowly, wondering what I was going to say. I reached Mia's door and knocked quietley.

There was a pause then the door opened. Mia was lying on her bed staring into space.

"Hi," I said eventaully, when I could tear my eyes away from the room. Mia's room was usually spotless, but today – no. Half of the pictures from her wall had been ripped up and lay everywhere; the curtains were still shut and make-up and shoes were all over the floor.

"Hello," Mia whispered, not looking at me. Cautiously I walked over to the bed. She was pale and tired looking, a bit like her Mum, but not sick in any other way.

"So – how are you?" I wanted to pick her up and give her a massive hug, but she looked to fragile.

"I'm alive," she said quietley, still not giving me a glance. Her beautiful grey eyes glazed over and tears spilled out.

"Mia? What's wrong?" I asked, shocked. Mia never cried. Ever. She was so tough. But now ...

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Mia choked, sitting up suddenly and hugging a pillow. "Thats a good question Renesmee Cullen. What's WRONG?" I stared at her.

"Mia has something happened?" I asked gently. She didn't answer, but glanced up at me for the first time. She gave a weak, half-smile then looked away again. "Mia?" I repeated. "Has something happened?"

"You could put it that way," she replied, sounding far away. She was staring at the wall.

"Did someone -" I broke off.

"No-one died Nessie." Mia mumbled into her pillow. She was still hugging it to her knees. "I mean, no-one, no-one no-one okay? Nothing nothing, everythings okay, Mum said and the doctor thinks they'll be a good chance but sometimes things don't work out-" Mia babbled, sounding as if she was talking to herself, not to me.

"Doctor?" I echoed. "What do you mean, the doctor?"

Mia looked at me. Her usually bright eyes were dull, and tears were still dripping down her pale cheeks. She kicked the pillow away.

"Well I was ill, wasn't I?" she said, sounding angry. "Or am I still ill? Whats the old bag been saying to you, Nessie?"

"N-nothing," I stuttered eventually.

"Good because I'm not ill!" Mia slid off the bed. "I mean, look at me, LOOK at me, I'm perfectly fine aren't I? I have legs and arms and things like that? I'm still pretty aren't I Renesmee?" she was babbling loudly now, staring at me with those dull eyes.

"Yes, you look fine," I said awkwardly, looking away. There was a long silence. Mia walked over to the window and threw back the curtains – she was still wearing her pyjamas, though it was one o clock now.

"RAIN!" she screamed suddenly. "WHY IS IT RAINING? UGH!" she ran and leapt onto her bed and curled into a tight ball.

"Mia? Its okay." I said, my voice wobbly. I sat on the edge of her bed and patted her back. Another silence. "What happened to your room?" I asked eventually. "Tornado?" I joked.

"Worse," Mia said shakily. "I got angry."

"Angry?"

Mia is never angry. Mia's the cool, popular, pretty one who always stays calm and never shouts. Now look at her. I didn't know what to do. I can't leave her like this.

"Angry angry angry." Mia mumbled. "I'm angry with you."

"Me?" I repeated, shocked.

"You," she confirmed. "Why did you come and see me?"

"I wanted to see if you were okay!" I answered quickly. Mia slowly stretched out her legs and rolled onto her back. She suddenly yawned.

"Do they know what's wrong with you?"

"I'm ill." Mia mumbled. "Ill ill ill. I had this thing when I was younger. It went away but now its back. They thought it had gone but it hadn't."

I froze.

"What did you have when you were younger?"

I didnt want to ask. But I wanted to know.

Mia stared into my eyes.

"Cancer. I had cancer."