Made Of Steel.

"Are you sure you didn't hit your head on a wall as a kid?" I asked faking an innocent expression, with a finger under my chin, looking up at the grey eyed person I despised the most in the whole wide world. His blank eyes held irritation and evident traces of anger as soon as the words left my mouth. "Yes, im sure" he said while grabbing a fist full of my hair and continuing "but I can't say the same for you though, Can I Emily? With that being said he slammed my head against the wall. I bit my lip from screaming out loud at the pain shooting through my head and instead just smirked at him, causing him to look at me skeptically.
"You have to try better than that to break me, pretty boy. Emily Walter is made of steel, remember?" Without waiting for his reply, I rushed to the other side and turned to make way to class, touching the back of my head slightly to feel any blood. Shrugging of the feeling of dizziness I carried on walking.

Emily walter is made of steel after all.