So it started when dad refused to let me go to the arcade with my friends. He didn’t let me because I “didn’t help him clean the garage”, I annoyingly said that I was at school, but he didn’t except that as a good enough excuse and grounded me. Eventually, I got bored and sprayed painted my bike yellow, then I went back in the house to wait. 2 hours later, I went to check my bike and it had disappeared. The next morning on the school bus we passed a yellow bike and it was strapped to a power pole.