I had a pretty lousy home life and a pretty lousy time at school; I was a good kid who pretty much slipped through the cracks while nobody noticed. I was smart and had really good grades until adolescene; I had the academic ability to do very well in school but no time, energy or encouragement to put any work into it. My stepdad made it known in no uncertain terms that he resented having me in his life and his home, so I was rarely there. Mom worked evenings so wasn't available much.
Socially, I was a quiet goth kid. I was definitely a dreamer, spent quite a bit of time alone reading or writing and painting (I wasn't a good artist but eh, I tried). Just generally a bit sad, until I met my boyfriend and things got a bit brighter. He was the ideal high school boyfriend (smart, respectful, responsible) and we were sleeping together, but we were each other's first. We spent a lot of time with his friends, who were all outwardly "rebellious" (tattooed, pierced, 'alternative' clothes, most of us had messed up home lives) but people would have probably been very surprised if they came to one of our parties, as none of us drank or did drugs! I smoked cigarettes, but that was my one major rebellion.