Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

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’.”

I quickly got dressed and grab my phone, I completely forgot to send the department an email, I won't be able to attend classes I have to inform the professors, I turned on the phone and started typing the email, I stopped Midway thinking of a reasonable excuse. I can't say my fake boyfriend invited me to watch a game, wait... I can say I joined the hockey team cheerleaders, although I didn't submit a proof of that, I can't think of any other excuse so that's the only thing I can say, I took in a deep breath before I typed my long explanation.

After the call, he turns his attention back to me. "Okay," he said, "I'll save your mother, as long as you fulfilled your promise." This is all for you mom, "I promise." •●• "You agreed to his proposal?" Zoe asks and I nodded "my friend you are getting bolder and bolder every day." He told me not to tell anyone that this is going to be a fake marriage, but I already told Zoe but I didn't mention it to him. "I happy for you," she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style."

"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.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

Oddly, not being uncomfortable as I built the lie for their benefit. So, since notifying my parents of the change, there had been little contact. Other than their attempts at calls, and the multiple messages that remained ignored. I was bad. I know it. I was worried that I may make a mistake and say something I should not. While I had been entirely capable of developing carefully crafted lies for Presley's parents to allow them to believe our faked relationship, this was my parents. I feared they would see right through me.