Mari's eyes hadn't shifted from her food since they said grace, she was uncomfortable. For the first time in months, her adoptive Mother and Father were in the same household; to make matters worse the wine they were drinking themselves into believing their marriage could actually work.

Her dad worked from this very house, he was some sort of on-call IT person, she spent the majority of her days with him. Her mother was a journalist often times she found herself in various areas of the U.S; she was a no-nonsense woman. She loved Mari lots, but she wasn't ignorant either. She knew Mari struggled in the private school system, but she'd never let her attend a public school. In fact, Kristen specifically told her if she got in trouble again--she'd be going to boarding school.

The source of her parent's separation could be attributed to multiple things but namely, Kristen (Her mother) was always away; and Jesus was way too lenient towards the rambunctious Maricela. So lenient, she often found herself needing to be picked up from the police station.

"Mari, you're uncharacteristically quiet," her mother said spinning her glass of wine loosely with her fingers.

"I just don't have anything for the conversation mother," She said, but not before releasing a sigh of irritation. Jesus saw the potential conflict brewing between his wife and daughter and motioned to intercept the conversation.

"Are those girls still bothering you, Mari?" Mari's eyes darted to him if she had heat vision she'd be ash by now.

"What girls?" Kristen asked nearly breaking her glass on the table. A suffocating silence settled upon the table before the 16-year-old pushed away from the table in vain.

"You sit your behind down and act like you're apart of this family. Tell me about these girls!"

Her mother screamed, a scream so potent it caused Jesus to jump a bit.

"Family? what family. You guys are supposed to be my parents, but you live in two different homes. Don't act like I don't know. This entire evening Dad has been texting Ms. Linda from across the street. You have a guy named Killigan waiting on you in Seattle. This isn't a family...this is a fricken joke!"

Both Kristen and Jesus glanced at one another, they'd known about each other's adventures, but they had no clue how Maricela found out.

"Oh yeah, and I know who my real mother is; it's certainly not you." She hissed twirling her finger in Kristen's direction.

"But you already know who my real mother is, don't you?" What became increasingly insane about Maricela's accusation was that Jesus didn't seem to know.

"Oh! you didn't tell him. I'm a Liafador. My mother's name is Catalina; I was conceived in a fricken whorehouse in Southern Belize. I guess she told you something else? You know what screw it I'm out."

Mari stormed to the door but was halted by Jesus begging for her to stay.

"Mari, look I know you're mad; just calm down and let's talk this out!"

Underneath Mari's feet, a vibrant pink hue eclipsed the entire floor; before the light circled Mari revealing her "Ghost" form.

"Get out of my way!" She screamed, pushing them both to the ground with a powerful wind gust. "I'm going to find my real family. Have fun with your secrets!" In a booming stream of pink and white light Maricela Delgado was gone.