Straight Face – PGC Young

The first time I smiled at Tabatha Brown, she didn’t smile back. All hundred-and-twelve of us were sweating into our woollen skirts, our opaque tights and our dry-clean-only blazers, like overwatered plants in the great greenhouse of the school lunch hall. Little did I know that glass monstrosity was to be the setting of a seven-year-long epic, and this was …