Does that make ME an Alien?

Time to write!

My biggest question is... if everyone else is the same species, and I'm different, does that me the alien? And if the answer is yes, how did I get here? I looked like my parents, like my older sister, even like all my friends in the sense that we all looked, you know, human.

They still looked human. It wasn't like they'd all set up some elaborate scheme for the past fourteen years to make me think I was just like them, while we are actually a different species. They didn't wear skin suits, or bind extra arms to their sides. They weren't green, they weren't slimy, and neither was I.

They were different though.

I wondered who else knew. Did everyone know? Did at least my parents know?

I hadn't meant to find out. I'd been working in the science lab after school, like I did every Thursday afternoon, and was cleaning some of the newer equipment. A hair was lying on the new, fancy-shmancy DNA analyzer which had just come in two weeks before. The way it worked, essentially, was that you could place anything from a living organism under the lens and drop a couple of drops of solution over the sample, and the machine would give you results, telling you what species the sample had come from. Simple enough.

I was just admiring it, so Doctor Warrell told me to go ahead, try it out. I tried it first with the hair already on the machine. After allowing the machine to process a code printed out. HU484-OOL.  I wasn't sure what that meant, but figured it just meant the code for "human" or "homo sapien" or whatever. I plucked a hair from my own head, dripped the solution over it, waited for the DNA to be deciphered, then pulled out the strip of paper. The code read RW623-MMH.

After that, I must admit, I was freaked out. I showed the first code to Doctor Warrell and asked him what that meant, and he told me it was just "the hair from a normal person", in fact it was one of Bianca's hairs. Bianca was the girl who came in to help Doctor Warrell on Wednesdays, and she'd been in my class for the past four years.

I didn't want to tell Doctor Warrell my code was different. I wondered if it was just because I was a boy. Maybe there were different codes for boys and girls.

A true thing.... I really want to continue this cause I have more of an idea, but I am tired and want to sleep. SO I will just revisit this for another day's prompt.