I got nominated by the lovely Cotton Candy Procrastinator NyxAbsol. I'll be getting my revenge soon enough >_> (i love you, anyway)

So, for anyone who's curious as to what the challenge is about and how you do it (ALL THOSE THAT I NOMINATED WILL BE DOING THIS. I WON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER.), it's basically a challenge composed of three pieces - the first piece is the writing you've done when you've first started writing, the second one is your writing in the middle of your journey, and the third piece is the peak of your present writing, which is basically how you write now.

So, okay I first started writing when I was four years old, so please bear with... *coughs* my very amateurish writing.

The piece of writing below has not been proofread. All grammatical mistakes and spelling errors belong to me, thank you very much.

I wouldn't blame you if you laughed. I mean it when I say my four year old writing SUCKS.

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CHAPTER 1 - RECOMMENDED!

I walked to my secret place. Do you know where?

Well, first, let me introduce myself. I am Angel Davids, and I like to build and invent new stuff. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. My secret place is by the stream. Many trees are there. To make things better, Miss Anne's ochard is near! I LOVE to visit that place! Anyway, I was there, inventing a weird machine and a... um, a carraige!

*insert a HORRIBLE drawing of the 'weird, animal-shaped machine' and 'carriage' here*

Personally, I thought I made a pony. Naw. Looks more like a donkey, right? Anyway, others would be so JEALOUS of me! But I decided I would use it for fancy events ONLY. I jumped on the carraige, held the ropes and used the remote. I led it into my secret garage. Then, I heard a trumpet playing. It was Lillian, the Mayor's Secretary! "Angel," she said. "Mayor Roberts and the lagandary Queen Amira awaits." And with that, I followed her without a choicce. I rally, really, really can't wait to see Queen Amira in person!!!

When we got to the room (in the mayor's building) I looked at Queen Amira and gasped. I thought she was a lagand! But, no! She was soooooooo beautiful! "Um, hello Mayor Roberts, hello, your Highness!" I said, bowing down politely. "Angel, have you heard of the legendary ring kingdom story?" Queen Amira asked. "Y-Yes!" I stammered. Of course I knew that! It was my favorite story. The ring kingdom is to be said that each ring there would protect one place for 3 years. But, not for the whole world. The ring kingdom has been searched for years, but still, no one could find that place. It also been said that the person who beats a heart of gold can enter. Queen Amira was from a place near ring kingdom.

"Well I want you to search the world for that kingdom," Queen Amira said. "But why me?" i asked, suprised. "You're our only hope," the Queen said, being vugue and not telling me the real answer.

"Oh. Okay." I said.

The Queen siged. "I know you have a heart of gold, Angel." She said. "I know you can enter the kinggdom. Please?"

"Yes, your Highness!" I said. "I'll use the carraige and the weird machine even though I said it was only for special ocassions ONLY but just this once, I'll use it!"

TO BE CONTINUED

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Yes. I indeed wrote a TO BE CONTINUED back then. Apparently I had the habit of putting TO BE CONTINUEDs in every story I grew tired of writing.

Which means I grew tired of writing after four paragraphs or so. Amazing, right?

Pshhhh. Give me a break. I was only four years old XD

The next one is a piece of writing in the middle of my writing career. (Assuming I have a career in the first place :3)

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* * * PROLOGUE * * *

Everything was quiet and awkward, as I expected. A heavy tension hung in the air, and I felt suffocated. All I wanted to do was to get out of there as fast as possible.

To my right, Elias sat rigidly, his eyes fixed on his plate and his lips set in a tight line. I gulped and let my eyes glide to Dad, who sat across the table. His face was impassive; blank, like a canvas just waiting to be painted. And I truly wished I could paint a smile on his face, just to get a glimpse of the old Dad. I missed the old Dad.

"So," I said, in a desperate attempt to end the silence. "How was everyone's day?"

"Fine," came Elias' tight-lipped reply.

Dad seemed not to have heard.

I gave up and ate the rest of my meal in silence.

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I wish I could say that my family was just facing some problems, and that we could pull through all of this together.

Except that I wasn't sure if we could even survive being in the same roof for more than eight hours.

Elias had gone to sleep over at Zach's, leaving me in the house with Dad. But it might as well have only been me, for Dad - as usual - had locked himself in his room, and didn't come out till the next day.

Sometimes, I felt that I was the only one who cared, who gave two hoots about what had happened. And I wished I could be just like Elias or Dad, my heart made out of steel and my feelings locked away in an unreachable pit, because the pain was just so unbearable.

And sometimes, I would look at myself in the mirror and pretend that I really didn't care, just to see how it felt.

It felt hollow.

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Aaaaand, for the last piece of writing.... here we go! This one's a spoiler for another book I'm working on, Never As It Seems. Again, I'll be getting my revenge, Nyx. Just wait and see. ;3

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✽ one ✽ вrιng ιn тнe old, вrιng ιn тнe new ✽

Elias Stevenson smiled charmingly at the crowd before him. Smile, look confident, talk smoothly. That's the way to get the people's hearts.

The first period teacher, Mr. Porter, nodded wanly at him. "Okay, Elias, go ahead and choose a seat. I'm about to start the class."

With a quick scan of the room, Elias quickly spotted two empty seats near the back, one right next to a mysterious-looking girl whose hair shielded her face, and the other one right next to a sleeping kid whose drool was running down his chin. Elias scrunched his nose and opted for the former.

Oh well. Looks like I'm stuck with an overly depressed emo for this class. So much for trying to make a good impression.

Slowly, carefully, he passed through various chairs, wading through the whispers of "he's cute" and "he seems cool" as he tried to reach his designated seat without tripping.

A straight, steady gait, Elias. That's what he taught you.

As soon as it was apparent as to where Elias wanted to sit on, the curious whispers soon morphed into frantic ones.

"What on earth is he doing?"

"Don't tell me he's-"

"I feel sorry for him, poor kid."

Are they talking about me? Elias frowned as he paused to think about it. If they were talking about him, then why would they feel sorry for him?

He shook his head and mentally laughed at how paranoid he was getting. Perhaps the reason why was pretty simple - they felt sorry that the cute new kid had to sit next to a Goth for his first period on his first day of school. Yes, that had to be it.

And so, he resumed walking towards the chair.

As soon as he sat down, the whispering had disappeared. In its place was a stream of shocked, questioning stares and slacked jaws. Elias began to seriously wonder. Either they were really captivated by his handsomeness, or the people here were really just mentally deranged freaks.

Or maybe... His eyes trailed towards his left, to where his current seatmate was sitting. With her hair scattered across her face, he could not see what features it beheld, save for one purple eye, whose depth seemed unreachable. It transfixed him, even captivated him, for a few seconds.

That was, until that particular eye snapped towards him. Instinctively, Elias flinched. The purple eye looked him up and down, sizing him up, calculating him. It portrayed no emotion as it did so, and Elias felt a surge of fear wash over him. When it seemed to be done, it snapped back towards the teacher in front, who had begun to write on the blackboard and thus was completely oblivious to what was happening in the back.

He was then surprised to find out that he was breathing hard. Had a single stare done this to him? Him, who could have easily kicked the principal's ass and still not get the least intimidated by it? Him, who could withstand an eye-to-eye stare with one of the most wanted criminals in the whole vicinity?

This was beyond absurd. Elias found himself getting more and more agitated, and did a few breathing exercises to let loose. Almost immediately, his shoulders relaxed, and he managed to smile at the continuous stream of shocked stares that were still aimed at him.

With much difficulty, each student diverted their attention from him and towards the front of the class, determined not to miss any notes that could count as a valuable review for the final tests. They could talk about it, even ask the new kid about it, later. Right now, study was a more important priority.

Elias snuck another glance at the girl beside him. Maybe she really was the cause of all the shocked stares that had followed him. Maybe there was something about this Goth that he didn't yet know.

I should've chosen Drooling Boy instead.

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The rest of the period had gone by uneventfully, much to Elias' relief. If that girl looked at him again the same way she did before, he was sure he was going to start whimpering in fright. And that was not a good way to show off in school.

Now he was walking down the hallways, alone, and wondering where his next class would be. It didn't help that most of the doors had no signs. How was he going to get to his class without getting embarrassed now?

As if God had just heard his silent plea for help, a hand tapped his shoulder. "Hey."

A feminine voice. Elias turned around, plastering a smile on his face. "Um, hi..."

The girl in front of him, he was sure, was part of the popular crowd - her Chanel bag, Christian Louboutin shoes and Zara clothing said it all. A pretty smile greeted him when he finally bothered to look at her face.

"So," she drawled, her voice turning flirty as she looked him over shamelessly. "I heard your next class is in 5B."

In his mind, Elias sighed. Here he was, hoping to pass of the next few classes without any distraction, and yet a girl had already managed to flirt with him.

Damn it, I don't need this distraction.

"Um, yeah." Elias was sure his smile had gotten strained. "Could you show me where it is? There are no signs on most of the doors."

The girl blinked. "Oh. That's because the principal had the metallic silver plaques replaced into metallic gold ones. It'll take a while for them to return it." Her smile returned again. "You're Elias, right? I'm Kelly."

"Mm, Kelly." He acknowledged her name with a little nod, trying to look as if he wasn't really interested in knowing her name, that he just wanted someone to show him where 5B was located. But Kelly was either too oblivious or was just ignoring the signs.

"That's my next class, too!" She cooed, placing a hand atop his shoulder. Immediately, Elias fought off the urge to remove it. Even if he was conscious of what he wanted his image to look like, he certainly didn't want to come out as a flirter.

"That's... That's great. Can you show me where it is?"

Kelly nodded enthusiastically. "I was planning to, anyway," she said with a little, twinkling laugh that made boys knew that she was into them. "Let's go?" She hooked her arm through his, and Elias found himself staring disgustingly at it before looking away quickly.

Make her think you're enjoying her attention. Come on, this is easy. You've done this before, right?

"Yeah," he muttered, as Kelly took the lead and started dragging him to their next classroom. "Let's go."

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As soon as they had gone, a particular brown-haired girl, dressed in an all black outfit, stepped out from behind the vending machine with the pride of a tigress. As soon as the remaining people left in the hallways caught sight of her, they immediately started walking away, determined not to get in her path. They didn't even have it in them to wonder why she was behind the vending machines in the first place; what mattered was that they did not piss her off.

Again, her face portrayed no emotion, and her lips were set in that everpresent straight line. But what was peculiar, if anyone had been looking at her at all, was the glance she cast on the opposite hallway. Anyone not new in this school knew that Penelope Willows did not look at anything that did not fit her purpose for a reason. What the reason was, that was to be held a secret.

The good thing was, no one ever saw her.

Turning, Penelope headed for her next class.

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Aaaand that's it! I nominate:

Grenineon * Serena-Daniels (nawp, you're doing this. you have to suffer with meeee.) * Dragons_Rose * ktd527 * LycidiaraEnta * DemonShinju * Chansey- * TheOriginalKitty * HimeYoseiSylvie *

Goodluck, guys~ Blame Nyx, not me, for this very interesting challenge :3