Owl Flight

By Pet TorreS

Otto Corin or the ‘Black Owl’ goes through new adventures, dangers and changes. His life is about to change abruptly after the revelation of his true identity.
On the other hand, the Owl flight arises.
Will the Black Owl remain forever?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pet TorreS
• Release date: Dec 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310502996

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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Chapter 1

Monday

Math Class

The teacher, Tadeu, had his back to his students. He was putting up some geometric drawings while the whole class was silent at that time. After all, it was a Monday. Nobody was there with a satisfying disposition to face an entire week of irritating classes and that included all the intense lessons of teacher Tadeu.

Hugo was sitting in his chair in front of mine. But instead of paying attention to class, his head was bent down. At the same time he was staring at his Smartfone in his hands.

On that occasion, I looked at the fourth row of desks and realized that Zora’s place was empty. She had not attended classes that day. A bitterness slowly moved through my chest. Her absence was something I never wanted in my life. It was not a choice of whether or not I needed Zora near me. Even if it was only for me to lay my silent eyes on her and say to her with my locked lips how important she was in my life, how her presence always made me more perfect, more complete, I would say it.

Tuesday

Portuguese Class

Something else squeezed my chest when I again looked at Zora’s desk. It was empty.

Zora had no habit of missing classes. She was a diligent student. It was not normal that she continued to be absent from school.

Is she sick?

I worried about her.

At the end of class I went to Professor Tadeu’s office. He was reformulating his lesson plan for the next day. I stopped, standing next to his desk and he looked up at me, still holding his blue pen. Then I realized that his distraction was broken in that moment, as he looked ahead in my direction.

What is the reason for your visit to my office? Tadeu questioned me, then his eyes twinkled beneath his glasses.

I looked at the light walls of his room, trying to find the courage to ask him something.

So, Otto, he insisted. Why have you come to my office? He moved some papers on his desk. I believe you did not come here just to look at my face and tell me that you loved my class today.

I confess that his sense of humor made me relaxed and finally the courage came over me.

Teacher Tadeu, why is Zora not attending classes?

He leaned his back on his uncomfortable chair and stared at me for a moment. He seemed moderately surprised by my immense interest in regard to Zora’s school life. After all, everyone at school thought we were just classmates.

Don’t you know the reason?

I furrowed my brow and was surprised at his question.

What do I not know?

Professor Tadeu left his pen on the small table and took his right hand to his chin. His beard needed to be trimmed urgently. Zora requested a transfer to another school.

This news caused a horrible tremor inside me. I did not expect to hear that from Professor Tadeu. Zora’s transfer to another school was something very serious and severe in my school life. I imagined I would be by her side during our entire school year.

And why did she do it? I insisted.

She did not say why. Professor Tadeu looked to one side. I believe that personal reasons made her make that decision.

He stared up at me for a few seconds and his look afflicted me. The teacher wanted to know more about our conversation.

But why so much interest in the school life of that girl?

He moved closer to his desk. Do not tell me you two had a −

I interrupted him hastily.

Yes, we were secretly dating.

Professor Tadeu smiled at me and went back to placing his back in his