Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

"Carmen? What's wrong? I thought you were filing the complaint." Carmen pushed past me into the apartment. "I did file it. The police took the documents and said they would investigate." "That's good news," I said carefully. "No, it's not!" Carmen spun around to face me. Her eyes were red like she was crying. "Marcus, they called me an hour ago. They said the documents are fake. Fabricated. They're talking about pressing charges against me for filing a false report!" My stomach dropped, but I kept my face neutral. "That's impossible. Those documents are real."

“The same way I was surprised to see him. You should thank him, though, because your father made some allegations that had me drafting your resignation letter, but the Alpha assured me you’re in a good state of mind and even backed it up with medical reports.” He pushed both the resignation letter and the medical report towards me. I was shocked. It wasn’t only that my father had contacted the school, but that Roman had gone so far as to submit a medical report.As I glanced through, I knew it was a fake. I didn't even do those tests, not to mention having a report. “Let's refrain from any more issues that might affect the progress of these kids' education,” I nodded slowly. “Yes. Thank you,”

Neville scoffed, "Faking it to skip my homework? Pathetic." I pulled out the diagnosis and placed it on the table. The stamped report, bearing the doctor's signature, was laid out clearly before their eyes. Colette muttered in disbelief, "How could it be?" Neville snorted, "That's obviously a fake. My buddy uses those to skip school all the time." Otis rushed over and slapped me across the face. "Now you're buying fake medical records? What did we teach you?" I crouched down, picking up the scattered sheets one by one. Blood dripped from my nose, staining the paper.

“All the while, you can afford your schooling, barely. Instead, you decide to use that money to pay off Ryker St. Claire’s tuition. I assume he doesn’t know you can’t afford to keep you both educated, does he?” Of course he doesn’t. How could I put that burden on Rye? I’ve been lying to him his football scholarship is 100% when I’ve actually been shouldering had of it. What terrifies me is this lady has access to all that personal information. I swallow. “How many people know that you faked Olivia’s test?”

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW. “You’re engaged to Maximilian Brampton?!”, Carly screeched over the phone, sounding surprised as I’d expected. She was out of the country, so she had no idea what had happened until she saw it online. I shrugged my shoulders, not giving insight into the situation’s details. “Life happened, I guess.” “But you hate him,” she snapped, refusing to believe it wasn’t a ruse. “He’s been your rival since when? eighth grade?”

The video had gone viral, just as I expected. Thanks to the cash drops Anya had scattered, the traffic spiked within minutes. The comments poured in. Many users identified him as Benjamin Southall, a wealthy heir in the capital. They said I had been scammed and urged me to get my money back. Others sent private messages, telling me not to be afraid. They said this was not my fault. [Collect your evidence. If he dared to lie to you, you can fight back.] I was genuinely grateful, but I could not simply reply with a thank-you.

I say. "Meaning there is no student named Lea or Nicole in the school's real records," he says. "The license number is real, but it belongs to a fake file made by that same system entry. Whoever made this was very smart. The paperwork looks perfect on its own. But it has no history outside the institute. It was created all at once, from the inside, at one exact moment." "A few months ago," I say. "Yes." Outside the window, everywhere looks ordinary and unhurried. I am sitting at my desk, listening to a man prove what Storm has been telling me all along.

Then came the gasps. The phones lighting up. The ripple of digital chaos. On screen after screen: BREAKING: Northern U Star Bryce Tan Faked Scholarship, Abused Influence to Cover Assault Allegations. “Exclusive: Anonymous sources claim Bryce Tan paid $20,000 to have his exam scores altered.” “Video leaked: Bryce Tan verbally abusing female student in locker room.” The crowd was frozen. Bryce stuttered mid-sentence. “I… I don’t—this is fake—!” But it was too late.

“There’s more. Every person listed in her records—friends, mentors, family—fake. For instance, the so-called Professor Rowan from Ryerson University? He exists only in digital files. No students or staff have ever met him, and he has no teaching schedule. Clearly, someone created him from scratch.” He flipped to another file. “Her supposed mother, Farrah, is listed as a doctor at a private clinic. But there are no patient records, no appointments—nothing. We investigated both names in depth. Neither belongs to her actual parents. In fact, those people aren’t even who they claim to be.” Noah placed several documents neatly on the desk. “These are the real profiles of those impostors. They’ve

"This is fake… None of this is real!" Yvette ran up the stage and shouted, "You're despicable, Callum! How dare you forge these documents to frame me?! Don't believe him, everyone! He's just jealous of my company's IPO and has become delusional!" Henry quickly chimed in as he shouted into the media's camera, "Yvette is right! He tried to scare us this afternoon with a fake app, and now he has gone even further by creating these fake documents. Someone call the police to arrest him!"