Kyle’s changed. Not like his hair or anything. More like who he is. I mean, he used to race around from sports to school and then home, doing a million things, a life joined together like one of the trippy little puzzles he loves to do. I don’t know how he ever was able to put the pieces together and keep going. If I tried to do half the s**t he usually did in a week, I’d be so confused, I wouldn’t know which way was up. But he somehow finds the subtle shades, matches them, and locks them all together. Until it’s one whole picture.
But now the pieces are all mixed up. More like how I do a puzzle, a few pieces here, a few there, but most of it stays in the box.
His cast has been on for three weeks now and all his buds signed it. Grandma even came to visit; brought him this thousand-piece
