Cycling

Rich lay on his stomach, trying to get comfortable. No one down there would be able to trace his presence. Kids in school hated him. Maybe it was the large growth on his forehead. He made a fool of himself in gym rope climbing class.  Out of pity, the Scouts awarded him a merit badge for walnut cracking.
This was the yearly student 150 mile cycling competition and he would finally get his revenge, using his BB gun.
Here they came, flying around the turn, right into view. Ping! Ping! Ping! One after another lost control and crashed. He kept firing away until he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Directly across from him on another hill, Sally Quist, another outcast, a girl with several webbed toes, a girl Rich had snubbed when she asked if he'd take her to the prom, now she had him in her sights. Ping! Right smack in his forehead growth. Rich rolled over in pain.
Revenge comes when you least expect it.