Stress-induced silence (free write)

And the silence made my heart think twice before making a sound. Please don't call on me! No...no! Look somewhere else! Of course no one would answer the math question, no one liked math! I knew for a fact that my answer was wrong, and with my luck, I would be called on. Pretend to be working on the next problem, make a hardworking face (this is was theater is for), and push buttons on the calculator. A quick glance up and the teacher's yellow-green eyes are skimming the heads of students avoiding eye contact. All I could think about was how I was going to get called on. I hopelessly thought that if I had worn bland colors I could've blended into the wall like quicksand. Our teacher crosses the room, feet ticking like a ballerina. In the silent space of that moment, when I happened to meet her piercing cat-like eyes, I knew I was her victim. "Do you have an answer, Miss. Martinelli?" She asked, as the traitors who were letting me drown sat back up and looked around the room, waiting. I felt my heart pump with stress and adrenaline as the silence stretched taunt. The eyes of my classmates burned into my reddening face as I miscalculated a new answer in my head. "Would it be 4?" I asked in my best Jeopardy voice. "Correct!" My teacher mimicked. I sighed, suddenly exhausted, math was one of those classes that stress me beyond repair.