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Ear Phones On About the Author
About the Author John Phrey Claro is a college student from the Philippines taking up a bachelor’s degree in Financial Management. He is a self-published author and a poet. He believes that because of poetry and fiction, he found his real melody and his purpose. He started to appreciate the beauty of the world because without him, the world is monochrome.
Ear Phones On Prologue
They say that I am a completely different person when I am on my earphones. Walking back and forth, pretending I am performing in front of ten thousand individuals. When I hear my heart thump, I know already that he is watching me. It is even weirder that whenever I put my earphones on and, that scenario comes in. My eyes always witness how the walls cave in. Upon creating this whole new universe, I knew that it would be hard for me to identify which is real and which is not, but I want to escape reality and create my plot. My life right now is like pressing the ESC button one hundred times just to remove this unwanted program in my life. Maybe I have been programmed to be tethered in this surreal universe where I am the main character, and I can control everything, and I am just like, "Yeah, this is what I want." When in fact, I am the puppet. There is a resemblance between my life and earphones. One cable splits into two – one left one right. At first glance, my life is a straigh
Ear Phones On Chapter 1
When monotone beep rings at 12:30, I always go to the cafeteria to order. I usually take my lunch at the 4th-floor veranda of the school campus. I was eating a sandwich and I was trying not to think about what happened during the class of Mr. Forester when Rico Turner puked in front of the class because he was so nervous to deliver his humorous speech about him putting a Lego in his nose and end up crying because it was stuck. I headed back to the classroom when the beep rang at 1:00. I sat beside Theo Santiago and we discussed what might actually happen if a worm has claustrophobia. Theo loves to talk about silly things like how the breath of Kurt Callister could knock us down and how addicted Sara Elordi is to the smell of lard that she could spend her whole day inside the cafeteria. “Guess who took her sleeping pill this morning,” Theo said, giggling. While Susanna Ramirez was sharing her discovery about Mona Lisa and her mailbox in the Louvre, Mrs. Kingston was
Ear Phones On Chapter 2
Fighting the temptation to use my earphones is not new to me while tutoring. The stress of making sure he gets the topic is a challenge. Theo’s parents did not hire me. I have been doing this for the rest of my 12th grade because of one incident. I called him a douchebag in the cafeteria last month when he cut the old earphones that I bought using the pennies that I collected. At that time, I wanted to earn money to satisfy my needs because my aunt stopped giving me allowances. Theo grabbed me by the arm and he brought me to the old bathroom. He made a deal and confessed that he did it because he wanted me to be his tutor due to my academic ranking here in Crestview. I asked him why he had to cut my earphones and his reply made me laugh. He said that it was the only way to get the attention of a psycho. To ruin things? He was wrong, if you ruin a property of a psycho, they would let your taste your own medicine. I did not accept the deal immediately and it took me
Ear Phones On Chapter 3
I saw him again. The man wearing a brown hoodie jacket and was walking towards me. The place was very quiet. You could only hear the rustle of leaves and the creaking sound of the rusty swings. The best place to die. I had to close my eyes as he carried me in his arms. The last thing that I remember was the sound of the car engine. "I made you a breakfast," a man said. I noticed him, he was the one who carried me and saved me. He was not the omen of death. I wasn't in heaven, but upon looking at his face, you would realize that angels exist in reality. Is it a coincidence that he was wearing the same as the one that I have been seeing in what I call The Yarn? "Eat it before your breakfast gets cold." "Where am I, and who are you?" I managed to ask even though, I felt like my voice was snatched by a giant octopus living under the sea. "I am August Manzano, but you can call me Auggie. I saw you in the abandoned children's park. I thought you were dead, but thank G
Ear Phones On Chapter 4
Auggie let me stay in their house. He bought me some new clothes and shoes. I couldn't refuse because I don't want to go back to my aunt's house. He told me that I could stay for as long as I want, but I am planning to find a new place if I had enough money already. I couldn't believe that Auggie and I go to the same school. I have never seen him in Crestview before. The day when we wore the same earphones. I felt a strong connection. Upon hearing the instrumental music, the walls suddenly turned into trees. We were in the forest part of The Yarn. You could feel the serenity as the wind caresses your skin and the sunlight illuminates your face. He brought me to a willow tree, and we spent the whole day there. We talked about our lives and our experiences. He mentioned this tiny dot that acts as a black hole. It is tiny, but it has the maw of a voracious animal. The Dot seems like the antagonist in our universe. It gets bigger and bigger until it devours you and separ
Ear Phones On Chapter 5
"Sorry, Theo.” "I couldn't blame you. At least, I know when you are lying or not," he said, drying off his face with a tissue. "So, how did you meet?" I cleared my throat, and I rested my back on the walls of the old bathroom. "He found me, lying unconscious in the children's park," I said. If I puke every time I lie on his face, he would be worried about my situation. I only lie when I don't want someone to worry about me. "I am not living in my aunt's house anymore. Auggie let me stay in his parents’ house." Theo went beside me, resting his back on the walls. "What about your fresh bruises?" "Because of Aunt Maria. She was just protecting her daughter." I couldn't blame Aunt Maria. If I was in her situation, I would do exactly the same. I always protect the people that I love. I don't care if their burdens transfer on me, as long as they're happy. "By the way, I want to show this short poem that I wrote last night. Let me know what you think." He handed me the
Ear Phones On Chapter 6
I made the wrong choice, leaving him all alone in that place, crying his pain out. I don't have a face to show, so I did not go to their house. I went to the abandoned children's park. They say the place is creepy and there is this ghost of a little girl swinging, appearing at the time of 6:00 pm to 6:30 pm. Legend says that she died around that time. She was killed by a serial killer. Upon arriving at that place, I felt a sudden rush of wind and the smell of wild berries piled up in my nose. I sat on the rusty swing, hoping that it wouldn’t break. I kept looking at the swing beside me, making sure that the little girl is not swinging with me. But if she appears, it would be great so that I could talk with her, telling her that everything will be okay. I just sat there for about an hour with my earphones on, listening to a podcast about life. What does life mean for me? I am in the cycle of falling to my rock-bottom to climbing the highest mountain and falling and c
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