She waited with bated breath as the drop touched the surface. Beads of perspiration rolled down her forehead as the drop spread. This was the moment she had dreaded. She had made a mistake but all was not lost. Not yet. It turned red! Yes! the analysis was a success. She threw the litmus paper.
She looked about the laboratory. Everyone had a yellow compound in the reaction. Hers was the only clear solution. She must have got the best product. She smiled to herself. She walked about breezily, humming to herself. Then she saw the bottles. She had added the same thing twice. Her reaction was ruined.
The solution must not turn white on addition of water. She tried as much as she could but the solution wouldn't reach completion. Time to submit the solution. The raw material was a skin irritant. The solution supposed to be a handwash. 2 minutes to submission, she filled up the raw material, clear brown. And prayed the teacher didn't wash her hand with that.
There was a time when it was her favourite color. That was before it had stained her reputation. She ought to have handled a dye better. Reluctantly she entered the lab. Her labcoat was still colored. The lab instructor looked up and asked," Aren't you the girl who spilled purple dye on new, white work tables?" The entire class laughed.