Owl Eyes

By Pet TorreS

Otto is a boy who was brought up by his uncle Jefferson. He became orphaned and lost his parents when he was just seven years old.
He had a lot of difficulty in all subjects in his school, and because of this, he was threatened with repeating one more school year. His uncle was quite a lone man and enjoyed spending most of his time reading scientific books.
One day, he researched owls.
He discovered that they were the symbol of wisdom.
Owls, he found out, were as wise as any genius on Earth. After making this discovery, Jefferson decided to do a risky experiment involving an owl and his own nephew, Otto.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pet TorreS
• Release date: Mar 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311198037

Pet TorreS

Pet TorreS is the pseudonym created by the author with the initials of her real name and surname.The author is a young woman who was born in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. She attended the Fashion Design faculty.However, Pet TorreS has been writing novels since she was 10 years old. In 2008 alone, she decided to pursue her career as a self-published author and expose to the world her beautiful love stories.One of your dreams is to be eternalized by her works.Pet TorreS is also a porter of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. She came to discover it just a few years ago and these illnesses have shaken up her daily routine to continue writing beautiful novels.

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PROLOGUE

Otto is a boy who was brought up by his uncle Jefferson. He became orphaned and lost his parents when he was just seven years old.

He had a lot of difficulty in all subjects in his school, and because of this, he was threatened with repeating one more school year. His uncle was quite a lone man and enjoyed spending most of his time reading scientific books.

One day, he researched owls.

He discovered that they were the symbol of wisdom.

Owls, he found out, were as wise as any genius on Earth. After making this discovery, Jefferson decided to do a risky experiment involving an owl and his own nephew, Otto.

Chapter 1

My parents' wake was one of the moments that I could never forget. I was just a little boy of seven when I received the tragic news about the car accident. It killed my parents. Thus it made me an orphan so early and I became a very lonely boy.

My parents’ death didn’t leave me any choice in life. I was taken by my Uncle Jefferson to live with him in his humble home in a small town. At this time, my uncle was only 30 years old and he hadn't started a family as yet, and even to this day he has not married or had any children.

His house was messy; clothes were scattered around the rooms in his house. On the living room couch there were hundreds of books, most of them were scientific.

Welcome to your new home, boy! He said, strongly rubbing the top of my head with his hand.

I looked up at his face very seriously while I was holding a toy car that I had received as a gift from my father when I had turned seven years of age.

Will I live here forever? I asked him seriously.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled almost blandly at me, then explained to me, Not forever. One day you will grow up and have a much better home than mine.

I looked at the four dark, dusty corners of his house. His residence was in urgent need of a broom, a cleaning cloth and someone who had a willingness to face a rigorous housecleaning routine in that house.

My poor uncle. He was not a pig, but it seemed that he was living in a pigsty.

I started attending a new school. It was not situated so close, but then also not very far, maybe fifteen minutes from my new residence.

I always went to school, walking on foot and came back home, also walking on foot every day. Until the day my uncle fixed up an old bike and gave it to me as a gift on my tenth birthday, I walked. From that day on I rode my bike.

He was proud of himself for gifting me with that bike. Uncle Jefferson had painted it in black. It was a different bike because he had customized it with cheap pieces. Everything had come from different bikes and was put together on mine.

I would make use of my bike until I completed high school.

Wow! Thanks Uncle Jeferson! I thanked him and grabbed my bike's handlebars the day he gave it to me. Now I will get to school faster.

My uncle practically lived locked up in a closed room which he had set up as his office. There were several research books, a microscope and a monocle.

Sometimes it seemed he was wacky, with his tousled hair and also his glasses which always sat slanted on his face.

He never talked about having a wife and children. I believe that his scientific research was more important to him than a real family in his life.

How are you doing in school? He asked me as soon as I sat at the table at dinner one time. There were few items on dining table.

The school master said I'm bad in every subject, I confessed to him.

I sadly looked down at the dining table and plaid tablecloth which seemed to sometimes move before my eyes.

Scrambled eggs and pasta