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Question by Just Be: Do I have enough talent?
Hi,
I am seriously considering cosmetology school in January 2011. I would like to specialize in people who suffer from hair loss. Men, women and children. I suffer from hair loss and it has been devastating. Not just the hair loss, but the treatment for it and the way some salons try to rip you off. I am a professional woman and am 48. I know that my age shouldn’t be a factor, but I’m concerned that I don’t have enough talent. It seems like most beauticians can look at you and tell what cut or style would look good on you. I don’t have that talent. Is that something that I will learn?
Thanks!

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Answer by Leah Csesznyak
I think you can learn any talent as long as you try.Also it would be nicer to have someone who actually cares about others who suffer with hair loss. Go for it!

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That what I heard but I wasn’t sure…is this true?

Here is Chapter 1, I have till chapter 3. Is it good? Thanks.
“I’ll meet you guys later… how about 7:30?” Veronica said slamming her locker door shut.
“Sorry, can’t I’m babysitting tonight.” I said as I closed mine. The locker door bounced back open. “Urg! These lockers suck!” I got tired of the lockers at my under-funded school. I kicked the locker door shut, and this time it stayed shut.
“Tense much?” Monique said
“Yea. This morning, I had the worst fight with my mom, I never even said goodbye this morning… actually, the last thing I said was I hate you.”
“Harsh” They both said at the same time. They were always so in sync.
“I never get any say in anything! This is the fourth time I’ve moved, and as soon as you start to like people, you get dragged away and you lose touch, and it’s like your old best friend is another stranger.” I said hopelessly. We pushed through the front doors of the school, but for some reason, something came over me… I knew what was coming, and I knew my face was probably red. I swallowed the tears, and turned my face away from them. I couldn’t make a fool of myself. I still need to make a good impression, since it’s only my second week at this school.
“I better go. Bye guys!” I said, and I began to walk quickly to my car. As soon as I could get my hand on the wheel, I was out of the parking lot and out on the street. Now I didn’t hold back, I let the tears fall. I’ve never said such harsh words to my mother, but today, simply over when I get to date, I said those sharp words.
The words kept echoing in my head. I hate you! Each time those words came to mind, I felt as if I was being cut. Not only was I miserable, my sadness, turned into rage. I was not angry with my mother, for I was angry with myself for shouting such ugly, disrespectful words at her.
I pulled into the driveway, filled with depression and sorrow. I put my key into the door, opened the door so fast it almost fell off the hinges.
“Mom! I’m so sorry! Please, find it in your heart to forgive me!” I waited for a response, at this point; I would have been more pleased with a no, than no response at all. I waited in the porch, waited for some words to shout back at me.
“Mom? Please!” I dropped my bag and ran into the kitchen with my muddy shoes still on. “Mom, I know I hurt you, but I promise you, I’m sorry!”
I ran through the house, looking for her, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and beg her for forgiveness. I opened doors and ran threw different rooms. I ran downstairs, and got to the bathroom, I noticed the carpet around the bathroom was soaked. “MOM?” I screamed, again I had to response. I threw open the door, almost slipping on the wet tile floor. At first glance, everything looked normal, but as I looked at the floor, out arose a blood-curling scream. Sprawled on the floor, face down, was my mother. I turned her over, and held her and cried. Those horrible words again slipped into my mind. I hate you. I hate you. I help her close, pushing the hair off her face, I love you. I love you. I shut off the water from the bathtub, I went to carry her to the sofa, but knew better than to move her from the position she was in or I could injure her more. I called an ambulance. I knew then that I would just have to sit tight. It only took ten minutes for the ambulance to get there, but it was the longest ten minutes I’ve ever lived through. Police officers tried to talk to me, but all I could ended up doing was crying, and making horrible sounds. The worst sound I heard that day, was a woman, one who I did not know, but she spoke seven words, seven words, that will scare me for life.
“Missy, Your mother did not make it.”
I spent that night, at the hospital, crying. And I didn’t care this time who saw me. I couldn’t take back my words. My mother died thinking I hated her. She died thinking she had no one left anymore. After my father passed away, and she lost her job. She had no one left but me, and I had no one else but her. And by saying those three ghastly words, she died thinking no one would even remember her. I cried, until a doctor came into the room.
“I am terribly sorry for your loss.” He spoke in a deep manly voice. There was a long pause “But you must leave the hospital room, there have been some complaints. If you’d like, you may stay in the lobby as long as you need.” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I closed my mouth and nodded, with out taking a second glance at the doctor; I picked up my bag, a box of tissues, and walked out of the room. As I walked down a bland hallway, I passed a large glass window, on which someone painted in bright pink and blue letters “Nursery”, I looked inside to see sleeping babies, and proud couples staring at their little bundles of joy. Tons of couples where there, but, one stood out. The lady looked exactly like my mother. I stared at her. She had the same short, curly, brown hair, with a

Selene
As Dusk came up to the walls of Doramu he checked to make sure his sword was clear of his scabbard. He had no reason to worry about the guard but he always got nervous as if they will see his shabby clothing and think him a petty thief.
As Dusk approached the guard they stiffened in attention and the first soldier on the right who seemed to have an overly large helmet stepped forward shifting his gluttonous weight around. “What’s your purpose if I may impose on your journey, sir?” He rumbled under a handlebar mustache.
“I’ve just come to rest and to be on my way through to the next town. You see I’ve been away from my home for some time now in I would like to go back and settle and your fine city happened to be on the way through.” He answered innocently spreading his hands in gesture.
“Do you know which tavern you will reside tonight sir?” the guard yawned mechanically for having asked this many times he was sure, “If not I could possibly get you a room at a reasonably priced inn toward the edge of the east side called “The Dragons Brew”. The innkeeper there runs a clean place and will sure to have a room waiting by the time you arrive if you leave word here.”
“Yes, that would be splendid thank you kindly.” Dusk replied.
“Right, the post on the other side of town will be expecting you in the morning then sir go ahead and pass.” And at that the guard wave two fingers to the top of the wall and the door groaned in distaste as it slowly pulled from the ground leaving a fresh trough where it has dug away the earth before. “Right then, enjoy your stay sir,”
At that Dusk threw himself into the city buzz working his way through many sorts of people beggars, merchants, aristocrats, and children chasing chickens and getting into trouble with their parents for ruining someone’s stand of goods. When dusk was small he liked chasing bigger animals on his farm like goats and pigs just to show of what he could do.
Shaking all previous thought from his head a merchant in fine red and brown clothes grabbed him by the arm flourishing massive quantities of rocks and stones claiming them to be magical and rare, but when he did so Dusk saw a young woman down the road get bustled into what looked to be an ally way by two big men and they didn’t look like they were the talking type.
Slipping from the merchant’s grip he quickly made his way to the ally down the road bumping into people along the way muttering apologies as he went. One woman spat at him as he shot by getting ready to turn the corner.
Dusk slowly put his eye around the corner tying to see what was happening and to his surprise the two men were on the ground with bruises already forming and one seemed to have a broken arm. About to go in and investigate a little further and to find the mystery woman when he felt a hand grab his shoulder and spun him around and there stood the woman a few inches shorter than him but had a gaze through here brown hair that made him freeze.
“What are you doing?” she snapped.
Dusk was at a loss for words then he remembered the scene on the way into the ally.
“How did you do that?”He murmured “They were going to hurt you.”
The woman laughed “Men are easily ruled by their crotch which makes them stupid. Also it doesn’t help that they weren’t smart to begin with,” she let him go and relaxed some and her appearance changed altogether when the cold stare left her face. She was beautiful. “I guess I should thank you for watching out for me. Not many would come to the aid of a stranger.” She smiled and started to walk away.
“Wait, Can’t I know your name?” He called after her and as she turned some of the tension came back to her face.
“Why? You may never see me again and it would be pointless.” She gestured.
“If that is true then you won’t mind me asking, right?” Dusk said with a raised brow.
She looked as if she was going to walk away without another word when she turned her head again and spoke, “Selene.” And at that she took off into the swirl of people and was impossible to follow in such a crowd.
He stood there a moment stunned at what just happened. The only times he heard of anything like this was in a story, but soon the real world came crashing back as people bumped him out of there way yelling at him to move.
Dusk shook his head and started walking with the crowd as thoughts came back to him of what he was doing before all of this happened like going to the ‘Dragons Brew’ at the other side of town. Dusk looked up in the sky and saw that it was getting later in the day and decided it was time to get moving.
Dragons Brew
Pushing open the door to Dragons Brew a few people stumbled passed him with the smell of ale on them. Both greeted and departed with a drunken grin as Dusk stepped by to the counter to wait for someone to notice his presence.
A fairly young innkeeper came through kitchen doors smiling and quickly noticed the freshly occupied seat. Walking over brushing his hai

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