past tense.

new places.

It's interesting how much faces can change once you get to know a person. When you know someone, you know their face - every single crevice and beauty mark and the curvature of their bones underneath their skin. When you know someone, you notice much more then.
But new faces are as new as the people they belong to.

"Seriously?"
"No. Not seriously. I am dropping you off early to school only because I want to. Autumn, come on. It's really not that bad."
"I'm not complaining, Mom. It's just you don't have to be at work for another hour, and your office is only twenty minutes away."
The creases on my mother's forehead became more prominent as she paused at a red light to furrow her eyebrows at me. Her thin wisps of blond hair coiled around her jawline to frame her face. "I have to get there early every morning. I can't just come and expect my job to have been done already."
"Fine. It's fine. It's just, what am I supposed to do half an hour before school starts, not to mention a school where I am friends with no one?"
"Make friends with someone."
"Well how am I supposed to do that?"
"Go to the library and finish homework if you want to refuse to be remotely social."
"I have no homework to finish."
"I don't know. Start an 'I hate the human race' club and see if you can get anyone to join that." She pulled up in front of the large brick building as I grabbed my bag from the backseat. "Ok, I've got to go. You should do... something, or something like that. Love you."
"Bye, mom." I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked out to the school.