[ WP ] For as long as you can remember , you 've had that scar . You stopped noticing it . Then , one morning , you 're pretty sure it 's in a different spot . You shake it off , but every morning it moves a little closer to your heart .

`` The masculinity of men in the movies is not realistic at all!'' My anger got the best of me, and I did n't realize I was yelling at my sister. 
 
 `` Well at least they do n't look like a turd, you fatso!'' Shortly after, she gets up from her seat, leaving behind half of her sandwich. 
 
 `` Really? Cause they all look like giant turds to me! Anyway, you gon na finish that?'' 
 
 Anna is focusing intensely on her phone, probably texting her friends. As she was walking away from the kitchen, she reply, `` Nope, I'm full. You can eat the whole thing.'' 
 
 Being too lazy to get up from my chair, I reach for the sandwich and notice that my scar seems to be in a different place than where it always was. I have noticed it getting closer to my elbow from the forearm, the original location. I'm probably just hallucinating from feeling so hungry. Hopefully the sandwich will satisfy me until lunchtime at school. 
 
 *** 
 
 `` Ohh! Bacon and eggs, my favorite!'' I exclaim to my mom, and then proceed to devour my breakfast in a minute. `` Mom, I want seconds.'' 
 
 `` Tristan, honey, we need to talk,'' she looks at me, and I can see that her eyes are red and watery. Hopefully I'm not in any trouble. 
 
 `` About what?'' 
 
 `` The doctor called, she said something about your blood pressure, it's too high for a boy your age.'' 
 
 `` Mom, screw the doctors. I hate them!'' 
 
 `` Tristan!'' She yells out. Tears were starting to fall out of her eyes. `` They're being mean to you because they care about you. You are not a healthy boy, and that is my fault! From now on, you are going to eat healthier okay, and promise me you'll exercise more.'' 
 
 `` But mooooooooom...'' 
 
 `` No buts, mister! If you wo n't exercise, then I wo n't ever serve bacon and eggs anymore!'' 
 
 `` Fine,'' I reply. She then hands me a plate of broccoli, and expected me to eat it. Out of all the disgusting vegetables, she gives me one of the most disgusting. Whenever she was looking away, I would stash some broccoli in a ziplock bag, to throw away at school. After successfully hiding all the broccoli in the bag, which I hide in my backpack, I handed my plate to my mom, and notice that my scar has moved since yesterday. It is now on my biceps. 
 
 After school, I happily walk to my mom to show her the A+ I got on my test. Instead of getting rewarded with game time on my Xbox, she told me to go exercise for at least an hour, unbelievable! I walk out of the backyard and hid behind the tree, she ca n't see me here. After an hour of nap underneath the tree, I notice a stinging pain on my shoulder. My scar has moved again, but this time I feel different. 
 
 *** 
 
 I feel sick, and I have a very bad fever. Mom said I could skip school today. 
 
 `` Tristan, I left food for you on the fridge!'' She yells out before she left to get some more Advil and Tylenol. 
 
 `` Okay!'' I reply. The temperature feels really hot, so I take off my shirt and notice that the scar is now on the center of my chest. My stomach growls intensely. Hopefully Mom left me something good to eat. My hopes fell when I see the salad, but soon returned when i see the cool can of soda on the row underneath it. A cold drink would definitely refresh me. I take the can and opened it, then notice that my hands started to shake. As the can came closer to my mouth, my legs weaken, my breathing got heavier, and my heart started beating intensely. My scar starts moving left, closer to the position of my heart, and I feel hotter and hotter. The pain became unbearable, and I can see myself falling to the floor before everything turned dark. 
 
 I wake up to the sound of Mom's car entering the garage. I made quite the mess, hopefully she wo n't get mad. As I got up, I noticed that the scar was gone. Within a minute, I quickly wipe the spilled soda, throw away the can, and took the salad out of the fridge. My mom opened the door and quickly say, `` oh good! You're eating your veggies, it's not so bad is it?'' 
 
 I take a bite of the salad and reply, `` These are n't bad at all.'' 
 
 After enjoying the salad, I asked my mom for permission to go outside. She looks at me with a surprised look on her face. `` If you're up to it, then I do n't see the harm in walking around. The weather outside is just perfect for a walk!''
