Luna's POV:

After lunch I open my computer and check my Gmail. I notice I have a email. Then I open it. What lays before me makes me gasp in shock.

Laying before me is a email saying that I am a sister. The email says:

Dear Luna (I think),

We were seperated when you were one and me and Ella were five. I'm your older sister, Flame. Ella is fifteen minutes younger than me. But we want to meet you on south road. You will get to meet mom and we already know about dad. Your the reason we were seperated. So you and us would be safe. Ella can only bend earth and I can only bend fire. I hope your okay, sis. Email me at [email protected]. I hope you haven't done anything to your blue eyes or raven black hair. Hope you are okay. Meet me at six on south road at the lake to meet mom. Our mom.

Love,

Flame Millington

I was stunned. But as crazy as it was getting I got a phone call. It was dad.

"Luna, I'm bring all your belongings that you've ever owned to Waverly's and her mom knows. She's started making your room and I've already hooked everything up. Stay safe. You will live with them. And I'm leaving and we won't own our house anymore. I have to return to college to be a professor and stay there and visit and I'll still own apple and mail you and Waverly gifts. Since Waverly is like a daughter to me. Love you Luna. Xoxo. Bye!"

It all happened so fast. And as I walked in the hallway I was stunned to see my room was already filled with ALL my belongings and they all were hooked up, in the right place, and the room looked exactly like the one I'd been in the night of the unknown caller. My iMac on my pearl-white desk and my black room with everything in place and perfect. Then, I place my laptop in its black case and lean the case against my desk.

I was also excited Waverly and I were going to live together. But I'll miss dad.

Then I ran to the kitchen grabbed some scissors and clear-duct-tape and began to tape up a new poster to my new wall.

Once I finished I grabbed my binder off the floor and jotted a few notes to tell Bev.

Then I unpack my sleepover bag. And place everything where it belongs in my new room. In my new home.