Novel & Cerita Fake Report Card

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.

“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 bank statement wasn't pulled from a real banking server in Zurich. It was created using an advanced graphic layout software." "It's a fake?" Frank asked, his heart beating faster. "100% fake," Reggie confirmed. "The account number doesn't exist. The bank routing code belongs to a defunct branch that closed three years ago. And the flight tickets? The reservation numbers belong to a commercial flight that was canceled last week due to maintenance. Someone fabricated these documents from scratch." Frank closed his eyes for a brief second, letting out a heavy breath. "Can you trace who created the files?" He asked, opening his eyes.

My smile grew tight as I replied. “No.” It was a lie and a half truth; I wasn't nervous; I was terrified. Felix tried to keep the news from me, but I’d seen it. Yesterday, I’d logged onto the while app. I had no idea what it is what I was searching for, but the moment I clicked log in, the front page had my fave and name plastered all over it. SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT EXPELLED FROM WHITMORE HIGH OVER FALSIFIED EXAM RESULTS? TRUE OR FALSE?!

"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!"

He was simply biased. Daphne walked toward me with her chin raised and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Evelyn, all your previous grades were fake. Do you really think you can get into a top university? "When you publicly claim that you'll get into one of them, you're risking the entire Kaplan family's reputation. "The scores will be announced in twenty minutes. Why don't you apologize to the media and everyone online right now? Maybe people will still forgive you." Several parents shot to their feet. "Her previous grades were fake?"

“Frank, don’t start. We have to submit the fake dating timeline to Coach Delgado before the school board meeting.” Right. The stupid school board meeting. Fake dating had turned into actual dating somewhere along the line but neither of us wanted to talk about it. Or maybe she didn’t want to talk about it. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that if anyone called her my “fake” anything again, I was gonna break someone's nose with zero hesitation. I shrugged. “We can go later.” “We can’t,” she insisted. “We’re already getting too much attention after the Sandra drama.”

“The charges were dropped, Margaret was reading the full release. “According to this, you stole from a convenience store where you worked, fraudulently accessed customer credit cards. The owner declined to press charges due to your age and circumstances, but the arrest record exists.” “I never worked at a convenience store. This is completely fabricated.” But doubt crept in. Had I? At eighteen, I’d worked multiple jobs, desperate for money. Could I have forgotten one? No. I’d remember being arrested. That wasn’t something you forgot. “It’s a forgery,” Silas confirmed after twenty minutes of checking. “The arrest record is fake. Someone created false documentation and leaked it to make you lo

“We’ve received an anonymous report claiming that portions of your academic record, specifically your high school transcript, were falsified during your scholarship application. We’ve been asked to review the validity of this claim.” For a moment, I couldn’t even process the words. “Falsified?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “That’s not possible.” One of the committee members, a stern-looking woman from the registrar’s office, folded her hands. “The report alleges that your GPA and academic ranking were misrepresented.” I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. “That’s ridiculous. I was my high school valedictorian. My records are completely legitimate.” Dr. Harris nodded