Fake Report Card Novels & Stories

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

Conner and Anisa were forced to their knees. Anisa's face had swollen badly, and blood still seeped from one ear, but she kept struggling. "Mr. Randall, save me. I'm carrying your child." She clung tightly to Conner's arm as if it were her last lifeline. Conner's eyes shifted slightly. Floyd picked up a manila envelope from beside him, shook out the documents, and tossed them on the floor one by one. The first document was Anisa's actual academic record. She had dropped out of high school and had never studied abroad. Her so-called MBA from a prestigious business school was a fake certificate she had bought on the black market for eight thousand dollars.

Three years ago, they were involved in a major college application fraud case worth millions. "They specialize in tricking rural students into handing over access to their academic files. They've changed legal representatives and started operating again!" The typing sounds on the other end paused. The dispatcher's tone became slightly more serious, though the doubt remained. "A partial seal doesn't prove anything. It could simply be an old box being reused." "Then what about the examination badge?" I stared at the screenshot from last night's video and pounded my desk. "There's a middle-aged man standing behind Ms. Collins in the Serenity House video. The examination staff badge hanging from

Dead silence settled within the group. My eyes were on the screen as I gleefully tried to picture the pallor of my classmates' faces. A long moment later, texts came in like a flood. "That's photoshopped! You've lost your mind, Nancy!" "Carrie would never do this! You'd do anything just to make her look bad!" Chris was the first to defend Carrie. "Faking an admissions office's stamp is a crime. You're going to get sued."

The entire hall seemed to hold its breath. Kira’s eyes widened. “What? No! It’s not fake!” She clutched her purse desperately, shaking her head. “It’s real, I swear!” “This is fake. Our system didn’t register it. You forged this to sneak in.” The guard produced the evidence—the fake card, sloppy compared to the original. Laughter rippled through the hall. People whispered, pointing, shaking their heads. “So shameless…” “She forged her way in?” “And bragged about it too…”

But the damage was done. “Sex tapes?” Mr. Thompson asked flatly. I coughed. “What the hell? Of course not. Well—” I ran a hand through my hair. “I’m not entirely sure about that.” I sighed. “Look, I’m a public figure. We had a fake relationship to help my reputation. It was fake,” I muttered. The man hummed. “These records include her therapy sessions, family records—which…” God, this was complicated. “Which she knows nothing about,” I continued. “I want them gone. Deleted. Permanently.”

My hands were steady, but my pulse quickened as I opened and started reading. 'Courier company turns out to be fake, although the address listed for the sender leads to a dummy corporate website that has only ever been accessed from the campus of the University of Granada in Spain. The sender is one E. Thorris, which I believe is a made up name. In my opinion, this is just some university student pulling a stunt. ' Along with the report was a bunch of snapshots of the sites that were pretty much useless. I gripped the report tightly, almost crunching it. This was no stunt. Whoever it was knew the truth and was playing us.

“you are not the one who did anything wrong..” “That doesn’t matter,” I say, voice thin. “Truth doesn’t trend. Drama does.” More notifications flood in.Someone created a fake account pretending to be me same profile picture same name,even the same pinned tweet. It’s posting fake “apologies,” fake screenshots of DMs with Aiden, and a statement claiming I “I was force to be in a fake relastionship” I open the comments. People are arguing about which account is the “real” me. Some are defending me; others are convinced I’m lying. My throat feels tight. I want to speak, to correct them all, but I know better. The more I respond, the deeper it gets.