Astrid huffed in annoyance, her arm banging loudly on the bathroom door.
“C’mon, Granny! How long does it take to brush your wrinkles?” She felt rather than heard the ferocious growl emitting from her great-grandmother at her jab. Living in a house of women had some perks…and it had some flaws. One of the flaws was that the bathroom was [i]never[/i] open. Astrid couldn’t even remember the last time she had a warm shower. 
At the sound of shuffling, Astrid turned to look at her disgruntled mother who was only dressed in her skimpy pajamas and had a light kimono thrown halfway onto her shoulders. Her mother muttered something about keeping it down before passing Astrid without another word, groaning and moaning like a zombie. Astrid bared her teeth in barely constrained irritation. The bathroom door finally opened and the beautiful blonde who looked way too young to be a thousand and something years old came ambling out. Astrid pushed her great-grandmother out of the way and hurried into the bathroom, her hands fumbling for the brushes and such. Once her hair was brushed and her body dressed, Astrid made her way out the door to begin her walk to school with a small slice of cake on a thin paper plate in her hand. Today’s flavor was chocolate…