Guidance Counselor Glee Novels & Stories

When that girl came out, we could only breathe and talk. Jannah quickly approached me. "Jannah approached me quickly. "She's the one!" She faced me again as she turned to the door. "Who is she, Nah?" I inquired each time. "She's the Academy's Guidance Counselor!" What?! What? She? "Are you sure? She's not the one I spoke with earlier! The posture of the woman who came in here is nothing like the Counselor who introduced herself to me earlier!" "Gaga! She's our Guidance, and I'm not sure who you spoke with."

Hale did not even look at her. “This is all your fault,” he shouted. “You insisted I come here and play along with your lies. Now look what happened. I lost my job because of you!” Then he turned and left without another word. In the end, it was the guidance counselor who forced everyone to calm down. “Enough!” she shouted. “Beating her won’t fix your applications. Do you want to lose your college options and end up with assault charges too?” Only then did the students finally stop.

It was year 10 representative Kat Crystalline. “Is this on?” she tapped the microphone a few times. “Hello, schoolmates!” A sharp feedback from the mic across the chamber; students and faculty cringed in pain. “It’s on! So hello, everyone! I’m Kat from Zeus-10 and we are the Glee Club X Van Duke Chorale! Welcome to our little surprise show that we put up as a tribute to our Van Duke students who has unfortunately passed on.” Fucking fakers, Agatha whispered to herself.

Ruby stood up and halted as our argument heated. Teacher Jerselle taps my shoulders and softly squeezes them. Thanks to her, the guidance counselor was able to hear my side of the story. Cassandra is still eyeing me while her friends are trying to comfort her. The telephone rings when the guidance counselor is back on her seat, massaging her temple. She excuses herself and takes the call in front of us. Ms. Ruby nods in every answer she makes, like she is talking to someone in front of her. There is no clear dialogue between them as she hangs up the phone after barely a minute.

So I sat calmly because I thought I was already looking gloomy. "If I stay right by your side...do not be scared of anything else" he whispered in my ear. that was a co-occurrence but I thought he was just on time and it helped my schedule. I made up my mind that if my mother have to come, I'll alter the tale. Lucifer talked about work but I didn't know what he meant. He never wanted me to sing, all he wanted was for me to manage the Glee club instead of him. He wanted to offer me a Job where I'll be the boss right away. He had introduced me to all before I could understand what he was doing. I paused when he said, "she would be your director..for now". I didn't have a zeal for songs and he

"I see you're ready to get into your dorm." I nodded. Just then Miss Elena the guidance counselor walked in. "Miss Elena, thank goodness you're here, please could you show miss Lila here to her dorm?" He asked. "Sure this way," she said, her face holding a comforting smile, the type that makes you want to open up to them and tell them all your secrets... Just kidding. I turned and looked at the headmaster and I could swear that he was looking at me in strange way, or maybe it's just my paranoid mind.

Dad suddenly said, "You know, Cass and Wesley actually make a pretty good match." Mom sat up straight and smacked him hard. "What are you talking about? You know Daph has always loved Wesley." At the mention of me, they both felt a strange emptiness settle in their chests. "I wonder which SAT prep program Daph plans to attend." Just then, Mom's phone rang. It was my guidance counselor. "Mrs. Campbell, this is Ms. Davis." Mom put the call on speaker and answered with a smile. Ms. Davis continued, "Where are you holding Daphne's college send-off? I'd love to come by and congratulate her."

The woman spent half of our time asking about possible family tea on the Eclipse pack, since I was meant to be having problems with my parents, and she wanted to know all about it. It got so much that I had to tell her I’d rather speak to the guidance counselor about my problems. Guess what, she’s the fucking guidance counselor! No one in their right mind would make the mistake of going to her for ‘guidance’, she’s like a nose searching for juicy boogers.

I can't help but sadden at the thought that he's only helping me because of his curiosity. I'd really like to have someone in my corner just because they care about me. Before I knew it we arrived at the Counseling Center. “Good afternoon everyone,” Lucius said, greeting the counselors when we walked in. “Headmaster Wild, to what do we owe this drop by?” an older woman asked, removing her reading glasses. “I've brought a student who will be joining A Class very soon,” Lucius Said, introducing me, “this is Miss. Katie Sterling.” “She would like your help figuring out what classes would be best suited for her before her transition period is over.”

Naeva Quinn My steps dragged lazily across the grounds of the school, I wasn’t ready for whatever the principal was interested in. I just wanted to find out the secrets. Waiting ahead. Inside the office, the air was calm, too quiet. Behind the polished desk sat the principal, his expression calm but not readable. Opposite him sat Mrs. Ivy Devereux, the school’s guidance counsellor. Her gaze lifted immediately, sharp and scanning into my eyes, as if she had been waiting just for me.