ᴀᴢᴀʟᴇᴀ ғᴀʏᴇ ɢʀɪғғɪɴ is Aubrey Griffin's younger sister. Expect she's not like her brothers, sister or dad who all play basketball. She totally different from that. She's quiet, gentle soul, keeps to herself, definitely antisocial, and 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝒻. Her b...
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Chapter Thirty Five! real life + messages
Azalea set up the camera she recently bought on her desk, leaning back in her chair. It was a stupid, but nice, idea that she found on TikTok to have a video camera and just record whatever. And well, it could be more opportunity to pretend to be a celebrity on Vogue.
"Hello world. It's me, the one and only, Azalea Faye Griffin." She started, leaning back against her chair as she pursed her lips. After a moment of silence, she cringed at herself, pursing her lips. "Ew."
Sighing softly, she leaned her elbows forward against her desk, clicking her nails on the desk. "I have no clue what I'm doing but I was inspired by TikTok—which thank God it came back! I was experiencing withdrawal, babes. I felt like a drug addict who hasn't snorted coke in two hours." Azalea said, briefly chuckling at her own words, before placing her palms on the desk as she leaned forward.
"Then it came back in barely 12 hours?! Like hello? Where the cameras at? Who's pulling a government stunt on us? In those 12 hours, I actually considered reconnecting with Mother Nature and touching some grass."
"Trump thinks he did his big one with this." She said, rolling her eyes. "Like no, you expired looking Cheeto, you can still go choke and die." She said, giving the camera a stank look as she grabbed a random pencil and fiddled with it. "Anyways, let's not talk about a piece of rotten orange. Bum."
Staying quiet for a moment as she tried to remember what she was talking about before, she looked at her large bookshelf that was engraved into the wall, many books littering the shelves.
Suddenly remembering, she turned back to the camera. "This camera is so nostalgic almost. Like the quality is giving quality from the 80's or 90's or maybe early 2000's. It's so pretty. It's like the type of quality camera that SZA posts those aesthetic videos on her Instagram dump." She said, rambling a bit as she tried describing to the best of her ability of how the camera was. "What I'm tryna say is, is that it's like a vintage camera. Cute and aesthetic."
"Anyway, this is for me and me only—maybe Paige too, for when she misses me. Which she usually does. Especially on their away games." She said, playfully shaking her head in disbelief. "I mean, I'd miss me too, baby. Look at me." Azalea said, perking up and posing for the camera, brushing her curls over her shoulder as she smiled widely. "God bless my parents for creating me."
Azalea spent a few more minutes simply saying whatever was on her mind to the camera. Obviously, like she mentioned, the videos were just for herself and for fun as well. Nobody else was seeing other than her and Paige—if she let her. But she most likely will.
