Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

“Lena. Merritt. Whatever her last name is.” My stomach drops. “Nothing is going on. We’re just...” He slams his hand on the desk. “Don’t give me that. Not after this crap.” He spins his monitor toward me. And there it is. The article. The headline. The photos. The fake screenshots. EVAN HART CHEATING SCANDAL — LOCAL SKATER NAMED AS MISTRESS SOURCE CLAIMS EVAN LIED ABOUT RELATIONSHIP My blood runs cold. “What...” I choke out. “Coach, this is fake. I didn’t...none of this is real.”

“A contracted service.” “A contracted service that appears at the minor’s school,” counsel said, calm. “Under false identity.” Celeste’s eyes hardened by a fraction. “You keep using the word false,” she replied. “Your language is emotional.” Counsel’s voice didn’t change. “A person pretending to represent a foundation is false,” counsel said. “A person requesting attendance records under a foundation name is false. A person delivering forms to a residence and demanding signatures is false. Words aren’t emotional. They’re accurate.”

Whitfield in the same classroom after the final bell, grading papers with the door propped open, the hallway outside already emptying out for the day. "Back again," Mrs. Whitfield said, not unkindly, setting down her pen. "One more question. Is there a record of who requests a student's file? Like, officially, on paper?" "There should be. Every pull goes through the front office and gets logged." Mrs. Whitfield studied her for a beat too long. "Why?" "Because I think whoever forged that exam needed to see my actual transcripts first. To make it convincing. To match my handwriting, my grade level, whatever they needed to fake it well enough that nobody would question it."

“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!”