Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

“They are messing with me. Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.” I snort and hold my hand out to the side. My beta steps forward and puts an old, discolored document in my hand, with a yellow tab on one page sticking out. “Well, I see your memory is going then.” I look down at the document and flip it to the tabbed page. Folding it back, I slam the document on the table and point to a highlighted paragraph. “Do you need me to read it to you, or can you read it aloud for everyone to hear?”

“Put her on. Please.” There was a short pause and then my mother’s voice came through, warm and immediately worried. “Baby, what’s going on? Dante said you sound strange.” “I’m at school. Student affairs just called me in. They have papers that look like my old undergraduate records and a clinical evaluation I never wrote. They’re saying I falsified results. They opened a file.” “What?” Her voice sharpened. “That is not possible. You have never done anything like that.” “I know. I sat there looking at grades I never earned and comments I never wrote. They told me not to go back to the ward until they contact me again.”

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”

She would do anything, so that Anthony's sacrifice would not be in vain. “That's all my answer. Do you still think that I cheated all this time?” Her victory was in sight. Shanon smiled at Sarah and Jordyn, who were sitting in the back row. They high-fived each other and waved at her with very big smiles. Samie Witacker spoke on behalf of the board members and faculty. His face showed deep guilt and regret. “We now believe that you have never committed any fraud. You deserve the title of best student, with honors." Very loud applause filled the entire hall. Shanon covered her mouth in disbelief, seeing everyone stand up from their seats and give her admiring looks.

The email read; “Dear student, Evans Hart, due to your excellence in your studies, we the school council wouldn’t want your talent to go to waste because of your personal life, so we have decided to give you a rare opportunity to get your certificate. The opportunity will have you leave the country and go to Canada to intern under a doctor in a famous hospital. There, you’ll gain experience and also the opportunity to get your degree. Please, inform us if you’re interested so we can discuss and also arrange things with immediate effect. Sent by Professor Charles."

"These can be faked! The first hundred tests said they were mother and daughter!" "Who knows if she made these?" The mood flipped. A smug smile slid onto Sasha's face. "You bought fake reports online, didn't you? That's illegal." "Yeah," Wesley added. "You freaked out thinking your kid isn't yours and ordered fake tests online." I gave a small smile, steady. "Every report's got the hospital's official verification on the back. If you're saying they're fake—or that all those hospitals messed up—their legal teams would love a word."

Are you okay? I hesitated then pressed send. Delivered. No reply. I waited. A minute. Two. Five. Nothing. I sighed and dropped my phone beside me. “This is stupid,” I muttered. This was all fake. Everything about this, him, the relationship, the kisses were fake. So why did it feel like something had changed? My phone buzzed. I grabbed it instantly. It was Aaron. “Your scholarship issue is resolved.” That was it. No explanation. No follow-up.

Revon was so bad at English that the teacher always said that it was a miracle that he could even score as much as he did. And biology. Colton Grace never got anything less than an A for it. And in the extracurriculars section, it was mentioned that he played basketball. Basketball! Revon?! Not a chance in hell! And there were no records of him taking part in anything related to shooting. That was even more impossible. Revon loved shooting, and he was proud of how good he was at that. The records were definitely faked. His parents must’ve manipulated the university to change his records. If I could only get my dad to look into it…

But I didn't expect to have such a nonsensical crime pinned on me because of my decision to take the entrance exam. The reporters could tell that a hot topic was brewing, so they quickly surrounded me. "Many students have claimed that you faked your previous grades. Are you really that confident that you will get into a prestigious college? Or did you make that declaration just to attract everyone's attention?" "You shouldn't be that superficial. You can't just buy your way into a prestigious college, unlike high school."

"It matters that the University just deleted your student records. They are telling the press you were a 'troubled' student with a history of lying." "But the paintings!" I pointed at the screen. "The people are sharing the paintings!" "Look at the new comments," he said. I scrolled down. The tone had changed. "Wait, if she’s a liar, are the paintings even real?" one person asked. "The Calloways say this is all 'AI-generated fan fiction' by a disgruntled teacher," said another. "They're twisting it," I whispered. "They’re taking the truth and making it look like a messy breakup story. Like we’re just two crazy people who got mad at the school."