13 scene for my personal narrative

"Boys are stupid," the blonde girl said tilting her head.
"Yeah," the brown haired girl agreed.
"They're dirty and gross."
"They pick their nose."
"They're not so bad," Becky protested, glancing across the room at her best friend Henry.
"They are too." the blond said with a sniff.
"Maybe they;re in loooove," a black haired girl sing songed.
"We are not!"
"Am too."
"Am not!"
"Totally in love," the blond said snickering.
Becky looked close to tears, but she pushed her glasses up, a determined look in her eyes.
I shifted in my seat. I didn't know much about boys, but I did know I didn't like that blonde girl and her friends.
"We're just friends!"
The other girls started giggling.
I crammed the rest of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich into my mouth and headed for the door. I hated bullies. Although I wanted to say something, I knew it was better to keep out of their way. Keep your head down and don't say or do anything to get their attention was my motto.
I sighed as the cool air hit me and the sun warmed the top of my head.