Not really, in fact I was an asshole. My only redeeming quality, apparently, was that I was hilarious, and never cruel. I didn't have a group. I sort of floated around and talked to everyone. I wasn't ever invited to anything, but even if I had been, I wouldn't have gone. Most of my high school years were spent reading and being sarcastic, and hiding in the closet because I fell in love with a friend. I had more friends than I think, so I'm told, but my bar of that is pretty high. I ran the school newspaper, was in the quiz team (fucking dork that I am), and was renowned for verbally smacking people that irritated me. I regret a lot of that, because I acted that way because I thought I had to. It wasn't until I tried to be nice to someone, and they said it meant a lot since I was such a "hateful" person, that I realized how much I'd messed up. I wish I could change it.