“Wait!” Justin blurted out. “I haven’t tested the formulas on a human yet! Do you really want to drink something that might make you sick?”
Christine mulled this over. “You’re right,” she said thoughtfully. “This could be dangerous. Why should I tempt fate? I’ll leave that to someone else.”
Justin breathed a sigh of relief. “I promise I will give you some when it’s ready,” he said.
But just as he was almost free of her, someone burst into the room, running and panting. It was a young boy, from the junior high. He was a skinny kid who Justin recognized as the younger brother of Ethan, the soccer captain. The boy’s name was Henry.
“Uh, my brother sent me to get his Gatorade. He left it in here earlier. Have you seen it?” Henry asked.
Before Justin could reply and say no, Christine stepped in. “I don’t remember what color it was, so I’ll give you one of each,” she said, handing him a bottle of red, blue, and yellow formula.
“Gee, thanks!” Henry thanked her as he dashed away.
Justin stared at Christine in horror; she smirked back at him. “Well, there’s the test subject. Or subjects.” She added, “I’ll be back tomorrow to see the results and get my fair share. See you later!” And with that she sauntered out the door.
Justin was terrified. He had to stop anyone else from drinking his formula! He loaded up the rest into his small car and raced to the soccer field, where he hoped he wasn’t too late.