Continuing the theme of strange/different writing, I have something pretty interesting (and really rather terrifying) right here. It's probably the first piece of fanfiction, Gravity Falls or otherwise, that I ever wrote (although, I think I wrote a High School Musical thing back in the 3rd grade). From the depths of my hard drive, with minimal editing, way back from before I got my account over a year ago, I present to you:

The file that has been saved as "Older" since February 2013.

"Dipper! We're leaving in five minutes!"

Mabel Pines ran up the stairs, her black flats making a racket on the hard wood. She skidded to a stop when she reached her 16-year-old twin brother's bedroom.

"I know Mabel, just a minute," Dipper laughed. Yeah, he was excited to get to their summer vacation spot, but never quite as much as Mabel. She was enthusiastic about everything, so that was no surprise.

"Well, hurry!" The brown-haired girl commanded, already running back downstairs. "I don't want to keep Candy and Grenda waiting!"

"And Grunkle Stan," Dipper called after her, returning to his packing. "And Soos."

Somewhere in the house, Mabel's voice echoed, "And Wendy!"

Dipper paused with a pair of pants halfway into his suitcase.

"Yeah," he said. "And Wendy."

A rushed breakfast in the Pines family house was never a pretty sight, especially when Mabel was bouncing so much in her seat, she was nearing liftoff, Dipper was half-paying attention to his food, and their mother was frantically trying to get things into order.

"Hurry up, kids!" Mrs. Pines said, rushing the twins to finish breakfast. They sat at their small wooden table, eating as fast as humanly possible. Any quicker, and they probably would lose a jaw.

"Mom, we're not kids anymore," Dipper corrected, chewing his eggs. "We're sixteen. Teenagers." Finally. Dipper thought that it sounded right, so much better than preteens, or worse, children.

"Alright. Then, hurry up, teenagers," She humored him, setting a plate of bacon on the table.

Mabel shot up a disappointed look. "Waddles would not approve!" She chastised. Her brief moment of anger turned to pure happiness as she added, "I can't wait to get to Gravity Falls and see him again!"

"Yeah, yeah," Dipper rolled his eyes. Mabel's fondness for that pig was unbearable sometimes. At least she agreed that Waddles would stay in Oregon. It spared Dipper of more than a few months a year of everything he owned smelling like raw pork and mud.

"Time to go!" Their mom plucked the plate Dipper was eating off of from the table. He gave her a look of protest, grabbed another forkful of eggs, and got up, slinging his backpack around his shoulder.

"Bye mom!" Mabel hugged her, bouncing out of the door. She hopped into the shotgun seat of their old Ford, grinning. It was almost like she was still only twelve, with a childlike enthusiasm.

"See you in the fall." Dipper nodded at his mother before pulling on the hat he got from his first trip to the Shack. It was dirty, ripped, and a little bit too small, but he still wore it every day.

Halfway out the door, his mom asked him, "Dipper, when are you going to get rid of that thing?" T

he teen turned around and grinned.

"Maybe next summer." Some things didn't have to ever change.