Society Intern(real) chapter 1

This is a story i'll be publishing here and Amazon. Notes on bottom

“Wake up Mark, it’s school time.”
Markus Tryst woke up. His bedroom was filled with posters of Roman emperors and medieval knights. He couldn’t wait for summer. Only 9 months, right? Give or take.
Mark walked over to his mom.Today was his 1st day of 7th grade. This was going to be fine. He read books about it, and the kids in there always seemed to be able to handle it. This was gonna be great.
Right?
“Mark, this is going to be fine. All you gotta do is be good and don’t do anything stupid, okay?”, Mark’s mom asked. Amanda Tryst might have been a terrible cook, but she wasn’t gonna limit her kid.
Mark then began to bike. The streets were clean and lined with roses. Just around that turn, there came the view of Yaro’s bay, named after the Russian tsarist and entrepreneur who built it in the 18th century, Ivan Yarovich. A few miles away, Cowtown island stood out in the ocean. It gave Mark the creeps. He had always driven past Yaro’s Bay, but it seemed small, less powerful then.
But now, watching it, Mark felt like coming towards it. He was only a few feet from the pier. Floating to the edge, like in a cartoon with a pie. He was floating towards the island. Only an inch from the edge. Just a few inches more. Then he could find the truth. The truth that seemed to radiate from the island, even as his feet hit air…
and his collar was yanked up.
The person who saved him asked, “Another one? I mean, I always thought that the stories of people drowning to reach the island were crazy, but now I’ve got proof!”
A dazed Mark asked “What?”
The person looked a bit fat, with a potbelly. He had thinning hair, a sign of a young man older than life should need him to be. His round face was punctuated by two eyes and a doughy nose. He was, to say it kindly, the type of person who hides behind anime profile pictures online and has no extrafamilial relationships yet. But younger. And also in ninth grade.
Mark said, “Thanks man, I would have nearly died without you. What’s your name?”
The person said, “Name’s Guy.”. And then proceeded to talk for the rest of their ride.
Mark was surprised that they both shared the same school. Miskatonic Middle was a school that was completely designed with children in mind, said a liar. The gargoyle on top of the school didn’t look like any normal medieval gargoyle. Its head had no other features beyond a massive gaping mouth, and what looked like two eyes inside it. It had two tentacles where the wings should be. It felt like it was watching you as you passed through the door. The halls were painted with white, red, and black. On the opposite corridor, there was an mural of a headless chicken. As in. actually headless.
Completely charming for Mark and Guy. Said the liar. Again.
Mark tried to lighten the mood.
“So, creepy much?”, he joked, if joking meant saying a joke with such blandness that people would think you were clinically insane.
Guy wasn’t paying attention. He was talking about his comic ideas, which included violence, gore, a magical three letter word you probably know already, and the worst thing of all: plans for drawing a man’s butt. Mark wasn’t the type to get uncomfortable easily; he’d had the Talk from his own mom, nothing could surpass that.
A few seconds later, he got his attention captured. And it was by somebody.
She wasn’t that tall, but she looked imposing. She had three dimples on the back of her neck, and had brownish eyebrows. She was wearing a normal uniform,with a blue skirt below it all. Her eyes were brown, and her short bob-cut hair was blond. If you had seen her, you would’ve thought of her as Asian. Which is what stuck in Mark’s mind. Asian girl. He tasted in with the lips of his mind. Sounds nice.
Like satyrs in an Bacchanalia, the two were completely unaware of their surroundings, leaving them completely unaware of the chest they were running straight into.
The chest belonged to Steve Michopoulos. He was the student jock, with a fitting nickname: “The Mangler.” He was an absolute failure in his studies, only excelling in the History class, where he spent his chromebook time either googling ancient torture methods, or googling the answers to the questions he was asked by the aging teacher, Mr.Whateley. His genius showed itself in his œuvre d'arts, which included
Tricking a kindergartener into drinking glue, by saying it was “smooth milk”
Beating up tattletails (he was always being sent to the office on complaints by someone, so he had multiple targets.His favorite one had to be Mikey Delapore, who wet his pants every time he did an swirlie.
Hacking into the teacher’s lounge to give himself As, allowing him to pass on to the next grade, like a demon jumping from body to body.(And by hacking, he was talking about breaking in to the computer after hours, inserting the letters manually, and smashing the windows as a gift. No one found evidence, of course.)
Replacing all of the whiteout used by the teachers with, well, nothing.(He considered this his second best work, behind)
Stuffing every notebook of the second grade class into a shredder, and then turning all their grades into Fs(The Anarchist club was into him and his ideology, until they realized he had no ideology beyond one that suited his needs and him, like an rat)

The god to whom the Bacchanalia was dedicated, Dionysus, was (in)famous for turning people into dolphins. Fittingly, Asian Girl had a mini plush dolphin hanging from behind her backpack, and as she walked by, the wigging dolphin seemed to mock the duo, who had no idea of the amount of pain, agony, and violence that was in for them.
“Hey, Captain Concentration, why’d you bump into me?”
Steve punctuated the end of his sentences with the word, “Duh”, proving that an person can turn something hideous into an artwork.
Mark smiled like a kid, and Guy said something about Steve’s grandmother that made his cheeks turn red.
Steve said “You should probably go on the road and lie down, cause you're practically roadkill.”
Mark mumbled something about “the nice scenery” blissfully, and went past him, breaking his record for being unaware while an dangerous situation happens to him in a day. Guy eagerly followed along, and mumbled something about immediate danger terrifically. And that is meant in the old sense of the world, which means petrified with fear.
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So, hey guys! I might've just published the prologue chapter, under the title of "Chapter 1". So, sorry for the snafu on my side.
Anyways, like before, feel free to give me advice on how to improve things.
See you next time!