When I was in school I got bullied like hell. My revenge was the best. They never even found out who did it. One day I had diarrhoea, and I used it to my advantage. The biggest bully was also the captain of the football team, and they had a big game that day. We both shared algebra class that day. He arrived to the classroom first, but then left to go to the toilet, leaving the room empty, but with his gear in the room. He never saw me going into the room, because the toilet is in the other direction. I immediately felt sick when I spotted him, and was glad he didn't come after me. I went into the class, and my heart raced with excitement when I saw his bag with his precious football gear. I quickly went up to it, opened it, and pooped all over it. It was like rusty brown water from an abandoned industrial plant. The smell was so bad. I got a bottle of aftershave and emptied a lot of it in the bag too, but added some to myself too. I then left the classroom, as if I had never arrived in the first place.
I came back 5 minutes later when he had returned, and the class was already nearly full. The teacher was directly behind me, so I didn't have to worry about him throwing something at me. For the whole class I felt so excited. The adrenaline rushed through me.
Some people were wondering why I was wearing so much aftershave. The bully shouted, "hey Banana Bread, you can wear all the aftershave in the world, but you will never get any chicks". Everyone laughed, but I just smiled back and brushed it off. I wore a lot of aftershave so it would distract every one, in case they realised that there was a smell of aftershave from the bag. I didn't want to draw attention to his football bag. It was closed carefully, but I wanted him to open it in front of his precious team, just before the start of the game.
After the class, I followed him from a distance, and hid behind the door of the changing room. When I heard his scream, it was the best moment of my life. He was crying. Some people laughed at him, but when the smell hit them, they all felt sick, and the realisation that their big game was sabotaged really annoyed them. It was the most humiliating defeat the school had ever suffered, and they were the favorite to win the state championships. I watched the entire game from a distance. The team and coach were all arguing with each other too much, that their ability to play football was non existent. Afterwards I went to the track and did the best session of my life. I had all the energy in the world.