All reviews appreciated. I've wanted to do something like this for awhile - be as harsh as you want! 
A quiet afternoon is one that, in its normality, can hold the most astonishing events; so as the most boring part in your book drags on, and it seems it might almost be as humdrum as your life, something truly heart-stopping decides to drop by.
It was so with Marie Harems.
She was curled up on the couch in her drab living room, trying to skim through long paragraphs of description of the most put-you-to-sleep origin. As it seemed not to be improving, she reached for the bookmark, sitting up and shaking her head to clear it of lethargy.
“Marie, honey, can we talk?”
Her Mom and Dad edged in, the latter brushing mousy brown hair from his clean-shaven face. Nodding warily, she scooted over to allow room for the two adults.
“Listen, I know this probably isn’t the best time, but—”
“Mom, if this is about… well…”
The blonde-haired woman shook her head, smiling apologetically.
“No, no. It’s… you.”
Marie sighed, sliding her boring book onto the glass coffee table, and taking a deep breath. Somehow, she sort of knew what her Mom was going to say.
“I guess I should just spit it out – see, you’re not… I’m not really… we can’t claim to be—”
Jeffrey, her seven-year-old brother, decided just then to barge in, smiling in what Marie was determined to identify as an inane way.
“Hey, hey, hey! Tyler’s goin’ outside to ride bikes with Tommy and Mitt. Can I go, Dad? Please – pretty, fantastic please?”
“Alright. Watch for cars – I don’t really feel hungry for Jeffcakes, but if you don’t look both ways…” He hinted, winking at his wife secretively.
“Aggh! No, don’t worry! I’ll look, I’ll look!”
And with that he dashed off again, shouting for his friends to wait up.
“Mom, before you start mumbling again – I think I get it. You’re saying I’m adopted.”
She felt proud for figuring it out, but her stomach plummeted away into deep water as they shook their heads.
“Actually, you’ve hit on a half-truth there, sweetie. See… you aren’t really – well, not all the way… the thing is, you’re not entirely… uhm, ‘hun?”
Thomas glanced at his wife for support, but Marie had finally got it.
“Not human.”
