Mountains and mountains of hair. Since Sagi was little he had practically attached to his stylist's kits. He loved take his dolls and give them whacky updos, or give his long haired dolls short, pixie styles. Even a few times the child had tried to "dye" their hair with different juices. As Sagi had grown older, that passion had not died away.

At five he had chopped off his own hair, much to the devastation of his mother. At 7 he started cutting the hair of his friend, much to the anger of their parents. By ten, Sagi had actually gotten half way decent and had cut his sister's hair, leaving their parents confused and wondering how Thema got the money for such a thing (none of them could remember who had paid for it and thought one of the others was lying).

Junior year was fast approaching, and Sagi already knew what he wanted his goal in life was. He wanted to become a hair dresser!

It wasn't as fabulous or all that big of a dream compared to some (like those who wanted to be hollywood famous or doctors). In contrast, it was quite a humble dream. A few years after school in post-secondary and Sagi would be well on his way to his cute little life. Maybe he would own a small studio apartment and cut from home. Or, maybe he would rent a space. Or, work for a larger establishment.

Sagi would have to wait, though. At least, for now.