Hello reader! In this book I am going to tell you about one of my adventures. I'm sure that before you read what I've written you'll want to know who I am. My name is Super Scribe, when I am in action, and Megan, when I'm not. I am eleven years old. I have wavy dark brown hair and something sort of unusual, purple eyes. I've got lots and lots of freckles, maybe too many, I think. The reason people call me Super Scribe is that I'm a superhero with the ability to read, write, speak and understand all languages. I've got a nine-year old sister named Lisa who is very good with computers. I live in a beach house on the coast of South Carolina. When I go swimming the fish, dolphins, and whales always have something interesting to say. I even know a Great White Shark!
I slipped the water-to-air snorkel that my sister Lisa had built for me, over my head. I was dressed from head to toe in a bodysuit that was completely covered with gadgets to help me swim. This was so exiting because, for the first time ever, the entire family was going swimming together, and it had taken MONTHS to teach everyone in the family how to speak fish. I went to the family room, where I saw that everyone was waiting for me in his or her own special suits.
I suddenly remembered that it was time to email my pen pal. I quickly raced to the computer, pulling Lisa along with me. After she had helped me to type a quick email to my friend, we went swimming. When we returned from our swimming trip, I checked my email and Lisa checked all the swimsuits. When I checked my email, everything was in gobbledygook! It took a few seconds, but then I could read my friend's email easily. Lisa heard about the email and she thought she could build a device that could fix the mixed up emails that my friend and I were experiencing. So, she sent me to dad's computer store with a list of parts that she needed. I explained to my dad about my email and about how it had taken me longer than usual to decode it. He mentioned that other customer had been in the store complaining of email problems. He reminded me how lucky I was to be able to decipher those jumbled messages. I noticed someone suspicious glaring at me as I talked with my father.
While I slept that night, someone slipped me a note with TO BE READ BY SUPER SCRIBE AND NO ONE ELSE printed neatly on the cover. It was from someone who called himself "badguy".
I unfolded the note and began to read the contents. The note, which was written in some code said, "I recognize your powers and could use your help. If you are interested in an exciting business opportunity call me at 2225557777.
~BADGUY~"
Of course, being a superhero I didn't want to have anything to do with somebody named "bad guy" so I never answered him at all. However, I wondered who this "bad guy" could be, and how he knew of my superpowers, and why he wanted my help. I brought the letter to Lisa and read it to her. We agreed that we should be very careful, but decided to direct our attention to the email problem for now while we waited for more clues to the identity of this "Bad guy".
As I lay in bed, perplexed by the happening of the day, I reread the note from "Bad guy". Suddenly, looking at the note I realized it was in the same language my emails had returned in. Bam, it hit me! This "bad guy" was behind the mixed up emails. But who was bad guy and why was he messing up everyone's emails? Most importantly why did he want my help?
As I was considering all these things, Lisa excitedly called me from the next room to inform me the decoder was working. She also informed me that only one email today was unaffected by the code virus. That email was from someone selling a decoder to unscramble the mixed up messages (or gobbled gook). Things were unraveling quickly now like pieces of a puzzle. The sinister plot was becoming clear and another case was about to be solved.
I now realized that Badguy's plan must be to mess up everyone's computers and then sell decoders. Everyone would be franticly trying to buy his decoders to fix their computers while Badguy got rich.
I quickly called my sister Lily's best friend and told her all about it because Lily's friend's dad was a policeman. The police quickly discovered Badguy's hideout and apprehended the crook.
Several weeks later, Super Scribe and her sister Lilly were invited to a party and given medals for putting Badguy behind bars and saving the town once again.