"What do you call a bee from US?". Ricky asks.
We all stare at each other, thinking of the answer to this riddle.
"Um......I don't know". I say.
"No idea". Bridget said.
"No clue". Joyce said.
Yup Joyce is seating with us, I introduced her to my best friends. But I introduced her as 'melissa', which is the fake name on her ID invitation.
Ricky asking us crazy riddles, which the answers for Pete's sake are really mind blowing.
He sighed, after seeing we didn't have a single idea.
"A USB". He said.
"Woahhhhhhh". We chorused.
"Dude, mad stuff". I say.
"Yeah I know right". Ric says.
"Another one". Joyce says, in DJ Khalid's tone.
Ricky smirked, probably feeling important.
"Um, ok, hold on". He said.
We waited patiently.
"Great, what do you call a pencil with two erasers?". He asked.
We all stared, waiting for the big answer.
"Pointless". He said.
"Ohhhhhhh". We chorused.
"Again, again". Brigde said.
"What do you call a cow in an earthquake?". He asked.
Cow in an earthquake?, cow, cow, well they produce milk, so if a milk is in an earthquake.......
"Oh oh, I know the answer". I shouted.
"Really, tell us". Ricky said.
"A milkshake". I said, grinning.
"Woahhhhhh". The girls chorused.
"Someone's catching up". Ricky said.
"What do you call a bear with no teeth?". He asked.
I was about thinking, until joyce blurted.
"A gummy bear". She grinned.
Wow that seemed easy.
"I'm impressed". Ricky says, holding his hand to his chest.
"Ok one more, I don't wanna sell all my riddles out yet". He said.
"Yeah yeah whatever". I said.
"Why is six afraid of seven?". He asked.
"Because seven ate nine". Bridget answered.
We all looked surprised, even Ricky, I mean, that was fast.
"Yayyyyyyy, I'm getting the hang of this man". She said.
"Bravo, bravo". Joyce said.
"Can you keep it down here, you're not in a high school cafeteria". One of the hefty guys who stood nearby, whisper shouted.
"Sorry sir, we'll try". Ricky said.
Wrong move Ricky.
"Ok, one last one, ya'll ain't gonna get this one". Ricky said.
We looked at him as though he was challenging us.
"Carry on". I said.
"We're ready". Joyce said.
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Non-Fiction17 year old Ivan Ian in his last year in high school. But is left with a question of what next, he doesn't just want to go to college or university like other people but wants to be outstanding and unique. With that he pulls all others with him th...
