Being without you is smurfing me.
It's lonely and dark.
Eight hundred years of being by myself.
In a cell.
Did I mention that I was alone?
I rapped my fingers against the ground. Bored… Out of my mind! Eight hundred years of only doing one thing. Sitting, by myself, in a stupid castle, in a cell. Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Swimelia Dylanne Smurfling. My twin sister, Daniesia and I were captured by this stupid castle called Castle Captor and we haven't been able to escape. We're one hundred and thirty years old. And if we had aged, we would be nine hundred and thirty years old. Lucky break. Pretty much, here's what happened…
"Last one's there as a rotten smurfberry!" Daniesa yelled.
"Slow down your two! I can't run!" I called back.
"Smurfatooty Swimelia. You could if you wanted to."
"And I don't Storyteller. So therefore I am not going to run." I muttered. "We're only chasing after your kite, b'cause you let go of it. And thanks to you were gonna get lost." I crossed my arms.
"Your just lazy." Daniesa giggled.
"I am not! B'sides these smurf dresses we're wearing don't help." I stated.
"Your always complaining about your dress." Storyteller rolled his eyes.
"Do you want your kite or not!? B'cause we can jus' smurf back t' the village now if ya want."
"Let's keep going!" Storyteller darted off.
"I'll smurf with you." Daniesa smiled.
"Gee, thanks." I muttered.
We walked after Storyteller and somehow ended up losing him. Great job on my sister's part. Then we got smurfed by that dumb castle and haven't been able to escape. Smurfect.
"Ugh. I need to see the smurfs again! Or at least my sister." I sighed. "I'll never get outta here. Haven't figured out a plan yet, so I probably won't. " I stood up and leaned against the wall. Then I noticed a pipe in the ground. Hmmm. I have a smurfy idea! I walked over to the pipe and pulled on the top with all my might. This might just smurf enough for me to go get my sister from her cell …
Smurfreka! It opened! I slid down into the pipe.
Time to get Daniesa…