Hey Guys! I know that "The Mask" was only published for two days ago but I loved writing it and thanks to a comment, I decied to write a sequel. Thanks to The Prime Writer who gave me this idea for this story.

A Locket was all Lindsey had to remember her late grandmother, Claire St. James the only person in her whole family that truly loved her. Her mother would usally frown on how much Lindsey loved her, and how much Clarie had told Lindsey that her looks didn't matter. Every single day Lindsey would spent with her grandmother, the more Lindsey would be happy with her looks. Then out of the blue, her mother told her that her grandmother passed away. Claire St. James was gone never to love little Lindsey Again.

But her love returned to Lindsey one day.

Lindsey and Beth were hanging out in Lindsey basement. They were all looking at Lindsey Modeling photos and Beauty Pageants Videos. That was unit Beth found an untitled VSH tape.

"Lindsey, what's this tape?"

"Umm, I don't know. But I'm sure it's me and Clover's first acting job together, put it on." Lindsey said as Beth put the tape into the tv. A little girl was currently was playing soccer right next to the garge. She had light brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and was wearing a Steelers Jersey and black shorts. Lindsey looked wide eyed at the screen.

"Bumble Bee, Your the dang best soccer player around. Never Change okay?" A small voice asked, Lindsey knew who exactly who it was, It was her grandmother and she remembered this day, it was a day before her mother told her the truth to being in her family. Lindsey ran over to the Tv and turned off the tape.

"Umm Beth, Where did you find this?"

"In that box in the corner, Sorry but who was that girl in the video?"

"Umm, I don't know. But, You need to leave right now." Lindsey said as she pushed Beth out of her house and went back downstaris and grabbed the box Beth told her about and ran to her bedroom. She didn't remeber that she onced had a full box of her photos, She guess that her mother decied that she would keep a "Before and After" photo ablum of Lindsey.

But instead of a "Before and After" photo album was a mint green scarpbook. A little blue flower was on the cover along with a picture of Lindsey and her grandmother, both smiling and hugging.

Lindsey opened the front page and a little note fell out of it. It read-

Dear Lindsey,

It's Me your grandmother, I know when you find this it will be too late but, Dont listen to others. I know your mother, Ever since Olga was a child she always hated how she look, When it came to her brown hair she demened that we go to the hair's salon and get it dyed blonde. Somehow your sisters were all born blonde but you are different. You Remind her of herself when she was younger,

Lindsey your a diamond in the ruff, but you can't let her set you down. You are yourself not your mother. Your sisters are all under your mother's spell expect you. I know you haven't been to my house in weeks but don't let her control you. My time's coming to an end, And I need to know that you will still be yourself even when I'm gone. So Bumble Bee Please come over to my house as soon as you get this.

With Love,

Grandma.

Lindsey was on the edge of tears, her mother probably hid this when it arrived. Because her grandmother was almost thirteenth years dead. She had broken her grandmother's dying wish, She looked scanned all the pictures in the scarpbook. Her and her grandmother smiling or Lindsey playing soccer and being her wacky self. Her grandmother was her best friend.

Lindsey closed the scarpbook and looked at a picture of her and her mother. Tears were in Lindsey's eyes. This was the woman who forced her to change, this was the woman who refused to let her see her best and only friend, the woman who didn't acpect Lindsey for herself, the one who she used to call her mother.

Lindsey grabbed the photo and looked at it with angry look on her face. She used to be a smart and good girl, unit she was told she couldn't see herself. Lindsey looked at her mirror and then back at the photo. She closed her eyes and threw the photo right at the mirror, cracking it into a million pieces. Just like her childhood.

Lindsey looked at the mirror, The only thing is now the only piece of glass that still there, "Your old self is still there. Only a little bit is there. Never Forget yourself, Lindsey." Lindsey heard her grandmother say, she looks up and smiles. Even if her mask is still on she is the one. Beating it

Aww! I can't belivie. I wrote that! I hope your guys enjoy reading "No More." Have A Magical Day.

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