SLARTIBARTFAST

A summertime romance with fantasy, comedy, and a bucket full of regret, it tells the story of Sarah and Altair, who meet in a not very normal way.

SPOILERS:

Sarah breaks her hand trying to find the boy who was whistling her favorite song inside the boy's bathroom. She has to stay inside for the most part of the summer holidays, so she decides to livestream games with an anonymous boy who calls himself Altair. Altair does not show his face to anyone. He uses his voice and his voice only. 
Sarah falls in love with him. (Of course, it is a romance)

They decide to see each other in an uncommon way and this leads to Sarah having a lot of adventures.

But the summer comes to an end soon. All summers do. Find out what happens in this absolutely lovely story. 

Note: I am a beginner, when it comes to advanced sentence structures and dialogue making processes but stick together and you will have a story worth telling your lovers, or even kids!

Looking back

They took Sarah to a doctor, plastered her hand and brought her home.


You are wondering which hand it was, Right?


Sarah was right-handed. So it was not a big issue.


She could not go to the year end party, but her friend Linda visited and gave her some chocolates.


"So what about your summer vacation?" Sarah had asked Linda.


"I don't know." Linda had replied. "We usually got to a lot of places..."


Well, you know how the conversation went.


Linda, politely, very politely bragged about how they were visiting JUST (Yes, JUST!) 3 islands this year. Three new islands.


And Sarah had to stay home, reading her father's old books.


The sun was setting and soon it would be dark. Sarah was fidgeting around, not knowing what to do for fun.


She went down to her father's room, took a couple of old romance and proceeded to run her eyes over them. She did not read them. She was searching for those intense scenes that happened between the lovers.


At times the scenes were too romantic for her to handle so she just gave them a fleeting glance.


She had never felt this bored in all of her 16 years of life.


There was the rumbling of their old car outside and Dad came in. He had to go to the university to make up for the time he had taken off that afternoon.


"So what did you do with my novels, Sarah?" he asked the first thing at Dinner. "Where they Juicccccy, Precioussss?"


He was imitating Gollum from the Lord of the rings. Even though it sort of creeped her out, Sarah knew that it was a perfect imitation.


"We jusssstt waannts to dieee in a hooollleee, preciousss" replied Sarah, trying her best Gollum.


Her father smacked her hard on the head.


"Hobbbiitttts wants to dies in a holeeee" he howled. "Stupidses, hobits are, yes precious, they knows not how to enjoy life precioussss!"


They were eating Dosa and chutney, with fried chicken and some kind of puff pastry Saul (Sarah's dad) had bought in Mrs. Pilkington's bakery.


The food warmed her up and her dad was constantly joking about her broken hand.


"Tell me Sarah," He said gobbling up the tasty dessert. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING TRYING TO CLIMB INTO THE BOY'S BATHROOM?!"


Sarah looked down at her plate and blinked back tears that she did not feel.


She had told Mrs. Harris that she had wanted to find out the person who was whistling her favorite song- the truth- but when she was leaving the hospital, she caught Harris gossiping to a nurse about what a perverted little pig she was.


She had wanted revenge. So when she was not looking, Sarah spat into Harris' handbag. 
