Warriors Don't Cry Grandma India Quotes

By the beginning of March, I had sunk into the state of mind you get into when you know you have to take castor oil and there's no way out. I just did what had to be done, without discussing it or thinking about it. I would get up, polish my saddle shoes, bathe, get dressed, dump my bowl of oatmeal into the toilet so Grandma India would think I'd eaten it -- but my nervous stomach wouldn't have to eject it -- and go to the war inside that school. I listened to shouts, to ugly names, while I smiled and said, 'Thank you,' I waited for a ride, came home, did homework, got to bed, and started over again the next day. I felt kind of numb, as though nothing mattered any more.