Kudos to you, Digimaniac!
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"Bugger it, bugger it, bugger it!" Lizzie yelled in frustration. "Bugger these stupid damn ski boots!" She glares at the Italian boy sitting opposite her. "And what the hell are you looking at?"
" Please, young lady..." The boy struggled with the unfamiliar language. "Could you not... speaking... the..." He waves his hands, trying to remember how to speak English. "Bad? Those words you speak now." He smiles in triumph, thinking the sentence correct. "I learn in school. Is good?"
"What is it to you if I bloody well swear or not?" The boys smile fades, but he makes another attempt at conversation, as Lizzie struggles with the bindings on her boot. "Bugger it!"
"Do you... need help?"
"No!" She shot back.
But you are... Is difficult."
"Why the hell are you talking to me? Oh, bugger it!" She yelled as the cable car jerked into the station, knocking her ski-poles to the ground. "Bugger, bugger, bugger!" She grabbed the poles, and as the door opened, skidding out into the mist that had begun to swirl around them.
"Wait, girl! The stop that is the one after this is when you should get out! This is not the top! And you have forgotten your skis!
As the Italian boy followed Lizzie out into the mist, a voice could be heard, screaming, far below him. Neither of them collected their skis from the rack outside.
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I know these chapters have been really short, but do you mind? I am still introing.