Novel & Cerita Fake Report Card

“All the articles I could find, messages, disciplinary cases that were suddenly swept under the rug and students' anonymous complaints.” ​ My mouth dropped open. “They are a lot.” ​ “Yes,” he said. “I took it a step further. I have created a fake inquiry from a sports board, probing into how she was let go from schools, and how the money trails went cold.” ​ I nodded. “You’re sending them to her?” ​

Is he that desperate? "Here Esha!" He handed over the materials. I took it and signed in the name of Aadhvik. I am a pro in doing fake signatures. I can copy anyones signature no matter how hard it is. Most of the Ruhi's report card was signed by me in the name of my dad. It is fun isn't it? "You fraud." he sighs. "Then give me the autograph back" I frowned. "No no. I am going now. Bye" he ran towards the opposite direction.

He says, “The pouch has your fake IDs, a cell phone with secured contacts and some cash in it while the folder has your fake documents, which contain your partially altered identity. You got a birth certificate, a high school diploma and a certificate of employment.” I look at the papers once again and force myself to understand what’s written on them. All the certificates have my real name - Mackenzie Cortez, my real age - 22, my real date of birth - August 27, 2000. The only pieces of information that are altered are my residence, my school and my work history. I pitch my focus on the details of my falsified work history and they say that I have four-year experience doing some household c

Stacy sat down in the waiting area, tapping her foot as she looked around. A few minutes passed before the man stepped out. He looked serious, holding the folder in one hand. "Miss Stacy..."he said with a frown. "Are you kidding me?" Stacy looked up, confused. "What do you mean?" He walked closer and placed the folder back on the counter with a thud. "These documents are forged. They’re fake." She blinked in shock "What? That’s not possible. What do you mean fake?" “I mean someone played you,” he said, clearly annoyed. “These documents aren’t real. The signatures, the stamps, the numbers… all of it. Fake. The Sinclairs scammed you.”

“Don’t forget to send me the money. I want it today. I’m going to send the fake report card through the email to Mr. Ronaldo now.” I froze, my body cold from head to toe. My heartbeat was loud in my ears. Fake report card. So it was true. My mother was behind this. She made Miss Kendra fake Alex’s result just to ruin him. My own mother. I pressed my lips tightly together as anger and heartbreak collided inside me. My breath came in shallow waves, but I stayed quiet. I couldn’t let her know I was there. Slowly, I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and opened my voice recorder. I had turned it on before walking in earlier,

"The report they showed you? With your grades dropping before your improvement? It was fake. Someone altered your actual record to make it look like you cheated." My hands shook. "How do you know?" "Because I pulled your real record." He pulled out another sheet. My actual grades. Consistent. Solid. No suspicious jumps. "This is what the school has on file. The version they showed you was printed from a different document. One that was created specifically for that meeting." I stared at the papers. Real record. Fake record. Side by side. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to ruin me. "Mrs. Voss did this?"

Everyone froze, staring in confusion. Jason’s smile stiffened, and Summer’s eyes widened in disbelief. Liam couldn’t contain himself. “Sir, Emily didn’t even take the last science exam. Why are you praising her?” “She didn’t take the science exam?” The teacher blinked, puzzled. “Who told you she didn’t take it?” “She said so herself!” Sophie pointed at me urgently. “She didn’t go into the exam hall that day and even used a fake Harvard Early Admission letter to fool everyone! “Don’t be fooled, sir!”

Kyle said as he walked over to Charles and snatched the fake report from his hand. He studied it for a moment, then chuckled. “This report is fake,” he said plainly. Stanley turned sharply to the doctor. “Then how come it says Alora is pregnant? What proof do you have that this report is fake?” Dr. Kyle looked him straight in the eyes. “This report is fake, and I can prove it. The doctor listed here as the one who allegedly conducted the test is a famous, well-respected professional. But there’s just one problem—he’s dead.”

She said cheerfully as she hugged me tightly. "Why do you smell like alcohol was poured all over your body?" She said as she looked at me suspiciously. "I just lost my V card to a man that I don't even know." I said flatly and Carrie's eyes went so wide that it could pop out in a second. "What?!" "I said it.. I got so drunk and we just did it." I said. "Aren't you supposed to be mad at that guy for taking advantage of you? You were drunk." She bursted angrily.

"You're lying to us. A newspaper report doesn't prove anything—" I threw a paternity test at them and said, "He already bribed all the doctors when he showed up and claimed to be Ethan. The test that he gave you was fake. This is the real one. "Also, he's been using the house rules that you set up to force me to give him money this entire time, forbidding me from telling you what was going on. The money in my bank account didn't just disappear into thin air. I gave every single cent that I owned to him!"