It's a Terrible Life 3It's a Terrible Life – Part ThreeBy Rachael PeabodyNarrated by RogerOur house was on this long road with all these other similar houses. It wasn't a development, just a lack of creativity. We didn't start the fad though. I couldn't get that sort of pride from living here. The only thing different about our house from anyone else's is that we didn't decorate for Christmas as heavily as everyone else. I fought with Dad about hanging them up. He knows I don't believe in Christmas. Mom cried. We all got over it and Dad hung up a wreath on the door. The only other decoration was some net of lights Mom threw over one of the bushes in the front yard.Joey and I walked for a while in no particular direction. Depending on where the road went I either herded him or he herded me. We didn't say anything. I knew he was going to say something stupid and I think he kn
It's a Terrible Life 2It's a Terrible Life – Part TwoBy Rachael PeabodyNarrated by RogerSome people get obnoxious friends and embarrassing clingy people. I ended up with the god of nightmares. He stood behind me quietly, not making a sound or movement, and I could feel his eyes burrowing into my brain. I kept staring at the T.V. screen, glancing away when his reflected eyes met mine."What do you want?" I finally had to ask."I want a lot of things. You can't sate any of these needs so don't trouble yourself with them. However, I'm wondering how long you are going to stay in this place, as you've told me you don't want me here and I need your help again," said Baxter, the nightmare god."I'm only here for a few more days. Fortunately. You have no idea what shit I go through in this family.""I don't understand mortal families. The elders should just eat the weaker young."That statement didn't sit well with
It's a Terrible Life 1It's a Terrible Life – Part OneBy Rachael PeabodyNarrated by RogerI hate holidays. I have to leave campus and go home. I have to pack up all my clothes and drive back to my parents' house for weeks of awful company and embarrassment. This year is going to be even worse. My older brother, Joey, is coming home for Christmas with his ugly wife April."Honey, you haven't eaten anything," said Mom.I remember saying that Alex was the older brother I never got. This is still correct. I never got an older brother like Alex. I got Joey."I'm just full is all, Mom," said Joey.The two weeks before Christmas Eve I didn't do much. I was your stereotypical college student on break: I watched TV, tried to find friends who still lived in the area to hang out with and spent most of the night on the computer talking to people or something else. I dreaded seeing Joey. He's a total dick.