Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

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.

"Here's my card." ​ Without another word, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in the sudden silence of my room. ​ I sank down onto the edge of my bed, staring at the black card. I knew he had thrown me a massive lifeline last night, and I genuinely wanted to repay his kindness... but a fake relationship with an NHL superstar was just too high of a price. Cole had already destroyed my trust. If I entered a fake relationship with a guy like Ethan, I was definitely going to end up catching real feelings and getting hurt. I couldn't risk my mental health like that.

Within seconds, my computer screen appears on the massive display behind me, visible to everyone in the packed auditorium. "Here," I say, opening the first file. "This is the original incident report from Jason's first day. There was no violence, no loss of control. But here..." I open another window, showing the editing history. "Here's where I changed it. Added details about aggression, about him threatening other students." Gasps ripple through the crowd as they see the timestamps, the tracked changes, the clear evidence of manipulation. "And this," I continue, opening another file, my voice getting stronger despite my terror. "The medical reports claiming he had unstable hormone levels.

It's the night before the college entrance exam. I pack and move out on the same day because I have already been admitted to Starward University through the guaranteed admission program. I also give all my notes and almost-new belongings to my roommate, Sonya Bradshaw, who's from a poorer family. For the past three years, I'd practically covered all of her living expenses, fed her yummy food every day, and even let her come along to my expensive extra tuition classes for free. Sonya has already turned to leave the dorm as I am leaving. However, she suddenly stops in her footsteps and turns to look at me. I assume that she's just going to say something mushy about parting with me, but t

"Not now." "Ava, you need to see this right now." Mia held out her phone. It was the school's anonymous gossip account, the one that posted screenshots and commentary and occasionally video, and it had already posted about the exchange, a ten-second clip someone had filmed from the bleachers, Mason's voice clear and sharp: *You're just so afraid of being ordinary that you've made yourself impossible to be around.* The caption read: *THE WAR CONTINUES. Round three goes to Reed??? Comment your scores.*

" I looked at the test report she was holding up, my expression completely calm. I never imagined Fiona would go this far to fabricate evidence. I rose slowly to my feet, my eyes sweeping over the Harpers and their lawyer, who clearly thought victory was already secured. My voice was steady, firm, leaving no room for doubt. "The report is fake. I don't believe it." "Fake?" Rachel reacted as if she had just heard the biggest joke of her life. She handed copies of the report to Judge Alex Brooks and the jury. "Mrs. Cole, this report was issued by the municipal hospital and bears its official seal. It has legal validity. You say it is fake, so it is fake?"

"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.

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?”