Prologue

'We think we know what side we're on. We think we know who we are. We tear life apart into Good or Evil, beautiful or ugly, princess or witch, right or wrong. But what if there are things in between?'
-Agatha, in 'The school for Good and Evil'.

"Worthless, he called me," she said, looking away. "Stupid, worthless and hopeless. He was right about all of that," she sighed, tears welling up in my eyes, "all of it." Yet Sam shook his head.
"You aren't stupid, you helped us, and we will never think that as stupid. You aren't useless. If you weren't here, we wouldn't be alive. And you are definitely aren't hopeless, you have us."