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If only we could just collect our forgotten memories with a rake.
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School was over and Brandon was headed to his car. His drama class had been quite an ordeal. It was really intense but he had done his best and he was satisfied with his work. While thinking about the events of the day he was unaware somebody was watching him. It was Mr. Hunter, a recruiter for the Junebug Talent Agency. Completely unobserved, he watched Brandon and the other students leave the school grounds and waited for the right moment to take to Brandon alone.
"Fine job you did in drama class," commended Mr. Hunter appearing right in front of him seemingly out of thin air.
"How did you know about that?" wondered Brandon as he nervously eyed the new arrival.
"Oh I have been observing you for quite some time and I feel you have what it takes to make it big in acting," explained Mr. Hunter. "I work for the Junebug Talent Agency and we can help you with music, acting, and other related things. Our success is guaranteed. If you do not succeed, all our services are free."
Brandon was stunned silent. Mr. Hunter's soothing voice had done its work.
"This is your memory tree," explained Mr. Hunter as a tree appeared in front of him.
Brandon stared blankly at the memory tree. As the tree came into focus everything else around him, like the school and the parking lot, faded away. Mr. Hunter positioned himself between Brandon and the tree. He continued speaking as if nothing had happened.
"The leaves on the tree are falling," insisted Mr. Hunter. "As the leaves fall your memories disappear. It starts with your most recent memories like being part of the drama club and being in high school. This is followed by memories of puberty and memories of childhood. Eventually even your earliest memories disappear. When the last leaf falls, you will be unable to remember anything at all."
The one formerly known as Brandon watched the leaves fell from his memory tree. He did not want them to fall but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Even the will to move evaded him. Once the last leaf hit the ground, his body changed shape. With no memories he had nothing to tell him such a thing should not be happening. All he could do was cover his eyes and hope it would be over soon.
While the body changed, the memory tree also changed becoming more feminine. The one once known as Brandon opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar body. Buds grew on the memory tree. As they did, she recalled some vauge and distant memories. Her name was Bridgette.
"Blossoms are blooming on the memory tree," said Mr. Hunter. "These blossoms are your memories. Your earliest memories bloom first. Then come your memories of childhood and puberty. Finally come your most recent memories. Memories such as life in high school, your time in the drama club, and wanting to join the Junebug Talent Agency. That last one is your most important one. You will do anything to help out the Junebug Talent Agency and always obey the commands of Ms. Brenton and myself."
Bridgette watched as the memory tree in front of her grew pretty pink blossoms. The wind blew the blossoms all around her. She fantasized about joining the Junebug Talent Agency and becoming famous. She remembered her life as Bridgette but whatever came before seemed unimportant compared to what was to come.
Mr. Hunter was behind her. She turned to face him.
"So how about it?" he asked, showing her the contract. "Are you in?"
"Most definitely!" exclaimed Bridgette.
"I had a feeling you would be," sneered Mr. Hunter. Bridgette totally missed the sneer.