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TBK stood in front of the mirror and sighed. Another mail asking her the same question. What does TBK mean? Well, if only she knew. It was an amazing name, and was everything to her. But she never could find out what it meant. She had looked it up in so many dictionaries but none had it in them. She walked over and looked at the clock, it was one in the morning. Perfect time for self discovery.
Panic set in as she realized how short a time she had to figure it out. Any second she could misfire her gun and kill herself. Life was literally hanging by a finger, the same finger that misfired the same gun into so many ceilings she had the roof guy on a full time salary. She checked the clock and saw that it was four in the morning. There was no time to spare, she ran to Mcknighter's room and woke him up. After he stopped the unneeded yelling and swearing she got straight to the point.
"Mck, I can't find the meaning to my name. I'm lost as to what to do." She sobbed.
"Your name has no meaning, go back to bed." He replied and started snoring again.
TBK walked out devastated by this discovery. There was no point in living anymore. If her name meant nothing she couldn't possibly mean anything. All hope was lost as she stood in her doorway. She grabbed her gun and after a few attempts to fire it she undid the safety.
A sudden realization dawned on her. A psychic would know what her name meant. But where did she find one thirty in the morning? Another question for Mcknighter. She rushed into his room again.
"Mck, where do I find a psychic right now?" She asked quickly.
"How did you get in here? I locked the door." He replied.
"Oh, I won the key off Tom gambling this morning." She answered.
"TBK, last night you were up wondering where your dog, skipper, got his white fur from. The night before that it was where did cereal come from. There is a new problem every night."
"But this is life and death, I need a meaning."
TBK got a brilliant idea at that moment, she could rename herself. Something amazing and witty. It was at that moment she wished she was amazing and witty enough to come up with an amazing and witty name.
"Mcknighter, I have a brilliant plot." She said in a loud whisper.
"You may not rename yourself." He said kicking her out of his room. "Please think in your head for now on, your keeping everyone awake when you narrate your thoughts."
"It's almost morning and I have no idea what TBK is."
"You're just TBK. If now you suddenly want to define it then it's anything you want it to be."
"What? You mean this whole time all I had to do was pick a meaning?" TBK said angrily.
"That is how words are defined." Mck said before closing his door.
TBK sat in her room looking in the mirror. She was wondering what to define her name as. Then it downed on her. The perfect meaning, the one that she couldn't believe she didn't think of before. Her name had always meant this and she just didn't see it. TBK meant nothing. She was nothing now and would be nothing long after she was gone.
She ran back into Mcknighter's room to tell him the good news.
"TBK means the same as nothing." She said after kicking him awake. |
