No Talking, Silent Bob

(I am in seventh grade at the time. I am usually silent, and am in the back of the room. My name is hard to pronounce, so let’s say my name is Bob. I have never liked this teacher, as she has caused one of my good friends to leave my school for reasons that are too long to explain here.)

Me: *quietly doing work in the back of the room*

Teacher: “Would you like to share that with the rest of the class, Bob?”

(I am entirely confused, as the teacher is suggesting that I was talking, and when I look up, the entire class is staring at me.)

Me: “Umm…”

Teacher: *in a condescending tone* “Oh, never mind.” *turns around*