I spent the first 4 years of school in an all-black school, tormented by the older kids in that school because I was white. I moved to suburbia and was suddenly tormented by all the white kids because I dressed and sounded "black" (I listened to mostly R&B and rap, such was the popular thing in the culture I'd just left). I spent the next few years hiding the fact that I actually loved hip hop culture more than I loved white imbred country music and the like, and as most people who have spent any time hiding who they really are will tell you, it was hell trying to keep that secret. And I got my ass kicked by the redneck kids who saw me wearing Starter clothing or British Knights sneakers, just as I'd been beaten up in elementary school by black kids for having white skin or straight hair. Stupidity, it seems, needs little in the way of honest reasons to exist or take action.
When I went to high school, I left everyone I knew in that life and entered a brand new social environment. I was a giant of a freshman. I played football and wrestled. And I felt like I didn't have a friend in the world, because the geeks all saw me as a jock and the jocks all saw me as either a) a wannabe black kid or b) a nerd. So, I spent the first year of my high school life to myself almost 100% of the time. Believe it or not, there actually was a time when Joe Peacock was the quiet type... At least, in front of those people.
In 10th grade, I fell in with a fantastic group of guys who were in my same boat - they just didn't fit into any category. We played D&D together, one of them was a "skate punk", one was a mathlete and the other two were art nerds. We were all academics, but hated homework and tests and the rudiments of routine. The "smart kids" hated our smart-ass attitude, the rest of the school thought we were just freaks.