Two week minimum with built-in caveats for automatic extensions up to the prisoner's full term

Lisa stormed in through the front door and slapped a copy of a notarized contract down onto the table in front of John. "Bam. What do you think of that? I'm going to be one of Bo-Peep's sheep. It's already done."

John blinked. Was she serious? He picked up the paper and read over it, mouth open. "Wow, you're so stupid. Did you even read this?"

She crossed her arms, pissed that her brother wasn't just impressed. "Sorta. It's two weeks, what's the big deal?"

John pushed the paper back to her, pointing to some text two thirds of the way down the page. "Yeah, minimum. But it says here if the prisoner is really good or you misbehave in prison, they'll add another week. If you fuck this up you could be in there for..." he scanned the rest of the page. "Five years?"

"What?!" She snatched the paper back, reading it angrily. "No one told me that! John, I can't back out of this! They did tell me that much. If I try to back out now, then I'll end up in prison anyway and Emily won't get to come out! Fuck!"

John looked up. "Emily? You already know who you're swapping with? Since I guess you can't get out of it, then I guess you have to go through with it. So tell me, who is this Emily that you're letting out of prison directly into our house?"

She scoffed. "Don't give me that tone, you asshole. At least I'm trying to help fix the stupid system. Yeah, I got to meet her. She's a victim of society, okay? Like most of the people in that rotten justice system." Lisa started biting her nails. She always did when she was upset about something, which was always. Which was why they never grew very long, which frustrated her even though she wouldn't stop biting them.

"You're doing it again." he teased.

"Shut the fuck up. I need to go..." she groaned. "Get ready, I guess. To go to prison for who knows how long. Fuck. Shit." She stormed away, cursing her own impulsive decision-making.

John called after her, unable to suppress his grin "Hey, you'll be out in no time. You just have to be a better citizen than the inmate. How hard can that be? Unless it turns out we're all better off with you locked up, instead, then who even cares? It's a win-win!"

"Oh, real funny, dickhead!" she slammed her bedroom door.