Codes

“I want to be a secret agent,” said A.L. “I want to write secret codes.”
“Me, too,” said S.B. “I think that would be cool.”

We both wanted to be secret agents. Now was a good time to start. We were in first grade, Room 12.

My name is Ashley Lynne, and my best friend is Samantha Bean. We go by A.L. and S.B. for short.

Our teacher thinks we are very smart. We don’t want to let her down, so we are going to show her what we can do. She says secret agents are smart, so we are going to be secret agents.

“I have a new code,” I told S.B. at recess.
“I have one, too,” she said.

We both took out our codes. I had made mine using letters. S.B. had made hers using pictures.

“I like them both, A.L.,” she said. “I have an idea.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Why don’t we use your code on Monday and Wednesday. We could use mine on Tuesday and Thursday. On Friday we could mix them and use them both.”
“That sounds good to me,” I said.
“Just remember,” she said. “We must keep them out of enemy hands!”