When I went to High School in Utah it was after going to a really advanced Junior High in Oregon, and I was very spoiled and felt that the work was boring and beneath me.
One of the classes I took I should have been grateful for as a dream class for a kid like me, it was a class on reading Science Fiction and Fantasy where you had to write a book report on the books read (once a week, once every two weeks? don't remember, maybe once per month).
I generally read a book every day or two, and I wrote quite quickly so it shouldn't have been difficult. But I found these book reports difficult to write because they had a template for how they wanted the reports written that I found insulting to the books I had read, if I had read a book I liked I didn't want to insult it that way, and if I read a book I didn't like I didn't want to think about it any more.
So I hit on the expedient solution of writing book reports on fake books, I don't remember any of the books other than one that was a stereotypical Fantasy quest to stop the dark lord thing, called "The Hinterlands of Horlon" ugh, of course I gave it a negative review with some bright spots just keep anyone from being interested in reading it.
Didn't get found out though.