Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

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."

"He doesn't even know what he's doing! I bet a random high-schooler could get more accurate answers than him on this test!" "But what about his previous gracious grades? Could they be…" "Faked! His previous grades had to have been faked all along! We must report him! Report him to the authorities at once!" Public opinion escalated rapidly, and my name became the most trending topic on social media with the hashtag "#ShawnLarsonFalsifiedGrades". The officers questioning me also learned about it. They looked at me and said, "Everyone online is suspecting you of falsifying your previous grades, Shawn Larson.

"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."

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.”

I’ve always thought I wouldn’t use it but here we are. I sent an email, requesting student admission records for the year I got admitted to school. Let’s start with that. I got a response shortly after. I spotted his name quickly. It’s not that hard to find. Just “Rian” sitting alone on the list. No last name or middle name. There’s no way a prominent organization will admit someone like this. The record came with his name, photo, and his possibly fake student ID, which he probably ripped off from another student. His face was partially shadowed by his hood but it was enough.

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."