Heartless

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Power's POV

Right now I'm living in Portland, Oregon. I'm on the profile, Karen Freeman age 16. Sometimes I act four years older than my real age. Sometimes I act as a man. I'm always on the run from the government. Seriously what's wrong with the U.S.A.?
I've had this profile for two years. No one expects a wanted person in the government as a kid living in the big city of Portland. Since it's the weekend I'm heading to my part time job as a cook at a restaurant called Grendel's Noodle Restaurant. The boss is obviously Grendel. I leave my small apartment and get in my red Toyota car. I drive to Grendel's and go in. A boy my age orders noodles and chicken salad.
"Okay. I'll be right back," I say. I cook the food and give it to him.
"Here you go," I say politely.
"Thank you," he says.
After he finished he walked out slowly. He was crossing the crowded street when suddenly a car out of nowhere slammed into him. People ran out from the sidewalk to see what had happened. I looked at the boy and he looked as if nothing had happened to him. No scratches, no cuts, and not even a look of surprise. I gasp with others.
He's just like me. I'm not alone.