Novel & Cerita Fake Report Card

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?"

She released a fabricated health examination report. But within minutes, online tech experts exposed it as a crude forgery.

“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.”

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?!

“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

Payments to fake companies. "These are fake," I said. My voice was shaking. "I never signed these." "The computer says you did," Logan said. "Your access codes. Your computer. Your schedule." I looked around the table. Some people looked uncomfortable. Others looked like they believed Logan. "This is crazy," I said. "You're lying about me." "I'm showing facts," Logan said. "Facts that show you were helping Gregory steal." He showed more papers. More things that looked real but weren't.

"Outside the box, Paul roared, his voice resonating uncannily across the concourse. He held up the poster board. It displayed a shabby Photoshopped picture of Scarlett and Jett with the words "FAKE! THE DEBT OF HER FIRM! SCHEME FOR HER MOTEL! HIS DESPERATION FOR A CAREER!"Bullet points with altered email excerpts and false financial data were placed beneath the text, all of which were intended to paint Jett as an unsuspecting celebrity and Scarlett as a desperate, cunning opportunist.

Patricia said. She hung up the call, opened her email, and uploaded everything. She attached the digital version of the new test that she forged. She also included the fake medical documents she had printed at a shop two streets away. The formatting looked official. She had taken time to copy the language used in real records. She had made sure there were no errors or formatting issues. She clicked “send” and waited. Twenty minutes later, her phone rang. It was the same reporter. “We got your email,” the woman said. “Everything looks real so far.”