I woke up really early the next morning, which was disappointing since we were on break and I had really wanted to sleep it. I huffed and rolled over again, staying in bed for another ten minutes.

Finally, I got out of bed and went downstairs. My parents were sitting at the dining table, papers strewn out around them as usual. As I entered the room, they both looked up with serious expressions.

"Did someone die? What's with the looks?" I asked cautiously, my footsteps slowing.

"You said you needed money for a friend," my father said. "We have come up with an agreement."

"You sound like my lawyers."

"This...