Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

I began, and I was thankful no one was butting in. “I asked a tracker to check on him. All the information that he submitted to the university was fake. Address, cell phone numbers, former school, achievements — all were non-existent. Even the family he listed is not his. I want to know if he’s human and just hiding some secrets, or if he might be the demon you’re looking for.” I picked up the document with his school record and turned it in their direction. “His last name is Quade. I didn’t even doubt it, as it’s a very common name in this area. But the family on his record was not his. They didn’t even have a son.”

The campaign starts. March 3 – Fake dating visible on campus. Caleb sees us together publicly for weeks. Within 48 hours of the deal becoming obvious: anonymous gossip post about the tutoring arrangement appears on campus confessions page. Jade's move, but fed by information only Caleb had. March 19 – "It started that way, it didn't stay that way." Goes viral. Within 48 hours: fabricated pregnancy screenshots surface. Account created from campus computer lab during a window when Caleb was signed in. April 2 – Rhys and I publicly together at the party. Richard visits within the week. Scholarship pulled. Within 48 hours of Richard's visit: Caleb texts offering support. Begins escalating Miles

“Nothing too obvious at first. He had a clean record, nothing serious.” “So what’s the catch?” She zoomed into a section of the document. “Well, four years ago, when he was only in high school, he created fake accounts to impersonate staff and extort money from students, but I guess it got buried.” I frowned. “Got buried how?” “No official report filed. Just… disappeared” “That doesn’t just happen.” “Exactly,” Maya said. “Someone must have intervened, his parents, maybe.” “And now he’s conveniently involved in leaking information about Carter.”

I h-” She holds up a hand to cut me off. ‘’First of all, I never said you can take a seat. Second, a short course won’t cut it here and last. These documents are fake. Did you truly think you would get a job here with these?’’ She throws them on the table.

she asked. I grabbed the ID from her, touching the edges of the card. "Real IDs have smooth and uniform edges. This one has rough edges which means it's fake," I explained. The student panicked. "I don't know what the hell are you talking about, lady! It's not fake!" he said defensively. I looked at the owner. She's now looking at me intently. "She's right. You should have at least hidden your school lace smartly. Get the hell out of my bar before I call your parents, you brat. Tsk."

It slid across the wood and stopped right in front of him. His eyes dropped to it. “What is this?” “Apparently something you’re already handling,” I said. Mariah inhaled quietly beside me. Mr. Caldwell unfolded the paper slowly. He stared at it for a moment. Then he sighed. “Students can be immature.” That did it. “Immature?” I snapped. “That was taped to her locker this morning.” Mariah’s hands tightened in her lap. “This rumor started from a joke,” I continued, anger pushing every word out faster now. “Now people are posting fake pregnancy announcements online, printing fake ultrasounds, and sticking them on lockers.”

"Oh, Tom. You're so protective of your little girlfriend. It's almost... sweet." I rolled my eyes, trying to appear braver than I felt. "Stacy, stop being so dramatic. Whatever you're planning, it's not going to work." Stacy's smile grew wider as she held up her phone, showing me the screen. My heart sank as I saw a fake I*******m post, claiming that I was cheating on Tom with another guy. "No, Stacy. Don't post that!" I begged, but it was too late. She clicked the post button, and the fake news spread like wildfire through the school. I felt like I was going to throw up as I watched my reputation go up in flames.

Eva's voice trailed off as she took in the disarray around her: papers were scattered across the floor, his laptop sat open on the table, the screen glowing with lines of emails and messages. "They know, Eva," Ryan blurted, shaking. "They know about my transcript. It's over." Eva froze, furrowing her brow. "What are you talking about? What transcript?” Ryan ran a hand through his rumpled hair, pacing back and forth. "The one from high school. The fake one. The grades I-" He paused, the swallow audible in his throat. "The grades I changed to get into that scholarship and also the internship" Eva's stomach hit the floor. "What? Ryan, no. That was so long ago. How could they possibly…”

“This is just another chapter in it; you just have to flip the page. And before you get dramatic, I made sure everything was legal; I even faked parent signatures for Tanaka.” Roy just stared. “That’s not how the law works, and I have never said that.” “Well, Kieran did; I was going to tell you before the announcements,” Brock said, shrugging. “Surprised it was ruined; that stupid man did it quicker than I thought. Oh well.” Kieran said, his voice flat. “You forged official tournament applications.” “Forged is a heavy word,” Brock replied. “I prefer you call it ‘creative advocacy’.”