Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

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!"

Alleged Evidence Packet – Supplemental Materials My jaw locked. “Sir,” Ramon said, quieter now, “that header alone...” “I know.” I scrolled. Screenshots. Emails fabricated to look forwarded. A calendar invite with Sabrina’s name misspelled the way only Emma used to misspell it. Bank transfers that never happened. A grainy photo of a woman who wasn’t her, cropped just enough to suggest it could be. My pulse thudded in my ears. “This is fake,” I said. “All of it.”

I hate it when I needed to act like I don’t know him, when deep inside, I wanted to snap and snob him. “Ciara, Mr. Ford mentioned that he also went to HST University. Hadn’t you seen him there?” My boss was glancing curiously at me. I bet she did not forget my track records when she read my CV. I faked a cough to ease my tension because I did not expect him to tell her his personal information. “I... I was an irregular student and as much as I could recall my days at the university, I couldn’t remember seeing Mr. Ford there. HST is an ultra campus so students don’t know each and everyone,” I trailed off explaining to her.

Mom took out a wrinkled piece of paper and said mockingly, “Your grades are worth nothing. What university would want you? Have a look at your report. Hurry and let your sister out!” “That’s a fake one.” I calmly reached for the button. “Give my university admission letter to me or I’ll press this button.” “This is real! What makes you think that this is fake? Where am I supposed to find you a report that doesn’t exist?” Dad was so mad that he stomped his feet. The noise attracted the attention of many of the villagers. They all squeezed into the crematorium to watch the drama. Some people were on my side. “This must be a mistake. Lluvia has always had good grades. There’s no way she got suc

In a way that she would overlook my bad reputation. An idea came to my mind, and I took out my laptop and created an account on the school's online chatting platform, Konnectz. I sent her a friend request but under a different profile. I named the account Hudson Cole with a lot of other fake information in the profile. "This is the only way to get to you Stace," I said with a smile. Luckily for me, Stacey accepted the friend request a day later and we started chatting. I pretended to be a Economics student from Crest College who liked pizzas and was looking for a stable relationship.

I pulled it out as we ran, staring at three rapid-fire text messages from the UNKNOWN NUMBER: > UNKNOWN: Your scholarship hearing is tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM. > UNKNOWN: Richard’s board just filed an official fraud charge against you for using a falsified surname on your university application. > UNKNOWN: Unless you produce your real birth records by morning, your scholarship is revoked, and you will be arrested. > My stomach completely dropped. "Damon! Look!" Damon glanced at the screen as he shoved open the heavy rear exit door, letting the cool, torrential rain pour over us. His eyes burned with absolute, unadulterated fury. "They're trying to destroy your future before you even step i

After the call ended, I sat motionless on the edge of the bed for a long time. Only a night ago, the prospect of surviving without my family's financial backing felt impossible. Yet by this morning, the Northbridge University admissions office had already stepped in to provide a lifeline. Ruby was right. There was still light left in this world. Over the next three days, everything escalated at lightning speed. As news outlets across the board picked up the story, online investigators began scouring Naomi's presence on different social media platforms. That was when the most satisfying revelation surfaced. Netizens found that Naomi's report cards were all photoshopped based on mine.

Raven was taken aback, and the principal's gaze followed suit. "Are you Raven?" Raven's body tensed, nodding stiffly, her heart lifting with a sense of foreboding. The principal looked down at the complaint letter in her hand, her expression grave as she said, "We received a report that you fabricated false information and spread it within the school, severely damaging the campus atmosphere and infringing upon a female student's right to reputation." She then placed a flyer with a photoshopped image of Vanya in a compromising position in front of Raven.