The School for Good and Evil: The School Years Collection

Agatha heard a bloodcurdling shriek and spun to Sophie, back in her body, lips scrunched against Hort’s.

Hort released her. “Oh, the hand. Oops.” He popped another mint leaf. “Should we start again?”

“You APE!” Sophie kicked him and he crashed into the mint bush, onto the snacking skunk, which raised its tail and sprayed him in the eyes. Hort staggered around, ramming into coffins—“I’m blind! I’m blind!”—until he smashed into Sophie’s again, which slammed shut, sealing his skunked body in with hers. Aghast, Sophie rammed the glass, but it wouldn’t budge.

Sophie nestled into him, howling.

Agatha had never seen Tedros laugh this hard with her. She’d never seen her prince this joyful or relaxed. Even Sophie looked so free and guileless, as if she and Tedros had their own history and intimacy that Agatha hadn’t known. Agatha felt nauseous, as if she should grab Tedros and pull him away from her—

It was her friends’ lives or her own.

as if she was incomplete without Agatha and Agatha incomplete without her.

Sophie appealed to Tedros. “I was a good friend to you, wasn’t I? A friend like that could never be a witch! Tell her!”

“A good friend? A friend built on lies isn’t a friend,”

Agatha shook her head, torn between pity and anger. “It was you, Sophie. It was always you.”

“I’m sorry . . . for everything I did . . .” Sophie wept, writhing in pain. “But I’m not this!”

“You can’t be here anymore, Sophie,” Agatha said, misting up. “We’ll only be happy apart.”

You’re still pretty.”

“Our towers aren’t Fair and Lovely!” Agatha lambasted. “They’re Valor and Honor! That’s what Good is, you stupid cowards!”

. She had never felt so alone or scared. She hated this horrible place and couldn’t take any more.

. Green-skinned Mona made her lips glow red. (“Because every prince is scared of a Christmas tree,” Sheeba moaned.)

Yes, you certainly are different.