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I’m stuck on one sentence and I need some advice:

“With a groan, she tossed her report aside, then flung herself onto her bed, burying her face in the pillow.”

It’s okay overall, but do you think the word ‘her’ is used too much? If so, what can I change to make it sound better?

Here’s the first part of my book, Swivelheads. I’ve posted it on the fanfic page before so some of you may have seen it, but I decided to post it here, too. I’m currently working on finishing the second part, in fact I wrote some today.
I hope you like the story so far, feel free to tell me what you think 🙂

Fireblaze held her notebook under her wing as the class headed into the computer room. Fireblaze, and all the other kids, had an assignment for biology class.
“Now, you need to do some research for your insect reports,” the teacher- Mr. McRinch was saying, “Remember, you must find facts.”
Sitting down at a computer, Fireblaze opened her notebook and titled her report: Swivelhead Rights
“What’s a swivelhead?” Kylie, who was sitting next to Fireblaze whispered curiously, noticing the title.
Taking this as a hint that she needed to be more clear in her descriptions, she wrote: Swivelheads are webspinners. Their scientific name is Embioptera.
This was a pretty useful first sentence, since the name “Swivelhead” was not understandable to most chickens, as Fireblaze herself had made it up. But Fireblaze liked the nickname, and it was quite fitting because of the cute way the bugs turn their heads, looking inquisitively at everything around them. They did this with such intelligence, such gentle curiosity, that Fireblaze was certain they were intelligent, feeling beings.
Sensing Mr. McRinch’s stern gaze on her, Fireblaze quickly resumed writing: Swivelheads are smart, noble beings. They must be treated with kindness.
“Research, Fireblaze,” Mr. McRinch pointed out from where he stood in the distance, watching the class like a hawk, “You must look up information. I don’t see you using the computer.”
He might be right, Fireblaze turned on the computer and looked up: Rights and freedoms
Mr. McRinch resumed patroling the classroom, eyeing each student suspiciously, as if waiting to catch one being idle.
With his probing gaze gone, Fireblaze could work comfortably, and she soon got to the important part: Every swivelhead has the right to life, liberty, and the persuit of happiness.
“Look, that’s the type of bug Fire is writing about!” Kylie suddenly gasped, pointing at the desk as classmates rushed over to look.
Sure enough, a swivelhead sat on the desk, twitching its antennae and swiveling its head at the chickens’ curious gazes.
“I’ll smash it!” Al- who was well known for being the most annoying boy of the class- called, as he rushed over, notebook-in-wing.
Fireblaze gasped and fury burned inside her as he held the notebook over the poor defenceless bug, ready to destroy it. “Meanie!” she screamed.
Having to act fast, she grabbed her keyboard, then savegely beat the offender with it. Keys flew in all directions, and Al yelped from fear and shock, clearly not having expected such a fierce defence.
Despite her rage, Fireblaze felt a pang of relief as the swivelhead spread its wings and flew away safely. It was soon out of sight. Mr. McRinch wasn’t.
In fact, he was standing right over her, staring furiously at the scene of the battle. His scorching stare went from Fireblaze, to Al, to the broken keyboard. Fireblaze flinched. She had a good guess of what was coming.
“I can explain,” she said, her voice as firm and steady as a lawyer’s even though she herself was almost trembling.
“Alright,” Mr. McRinch said flatly, “Explain.”
“He threatened a bug,” Fireblaze said, only now realizing how unconvincing that must sound to him. “I’ll just… finish my report now,” she sat down at her desk, attempting to pretend that nothing had happened.
Still seething, Mr. McRinch snatched up her notebook as she reached for it. “What is this?” he flipped through the pages, “You were supposed to be making a report on facts, not childish opinions.”
“Childish!?” Fireblaze snapped, “Everyone has rights, is that not fact?” she snatched her notebook back from his wing, “Is it wrong to stand up for others?”
“No, but what you did with Al was wrong and you must be punished.”
Something inside Fireblaze screamed for her to apologize and move on. He was, after all, an adult. And her teacher at that. But Fireblaze kept her head high. “Al was wrong!” she retorted, “Al must be punished, not me!”
Mr. McRinch would have no more. “Principal’s office!” he yelled.

“Fireblaze!” Fireblaze’s Mom sat down next to her as soon as they got home from school, “Please tell me it’s not true!” Unfortunately, she had heard the whole story from the principal, and was not pleased.
“It’s true alright,” Fireblaze said flatly{, flipping through her report}.
“How could you!?” Mom scolded, “I am so disappointed in you! Attacking a classmate like that!”
Al!? A classmate!? Trust me- that bug tormentor is no classmate of mine!
“That poor boy!” Mom shook her head, “You literally broke a keyboard right over his head!”
“He deserved it,” Fireblaze retorted, “He wanted to smash a swivelhead!”
“A what!?”
“A swivelhead,” she repeated, “It’s an insect.”
“A bug!?” Mom exclaimed, “You hit a child with a keyboard over a bug!?”
“But it was innocent,” Fireblaze protested desperately.
“Enough, Fire!” Mom groaned, standing up, “Enough of that nonsense! Off to your room! And don’t come out until I say you can, you’re grounded!”
“But what about the sleepover?” Fireblaze protested. Her friends Sandy and Dusty had invited her over to their house for a sleepover. It was planned for tonight and Fireblaze had been looking forward to it all week.
“After what you did!?” Mom snapped, “Not a chance! Now go to your room and stay there!”
“Fine!!” Fed up with arguing, Fireblaze stomped into her room and slammed the door.