In youth, I had blue hair and goth clothes, and crazy make up. I looked wild. But I was very mild.
I got very good grades, and was quite well behaved. I didn't get along with Dad, but no one did(he had some problems with emotional abuse that he didn't address for about another decade). I didn't smoke or drink(though many of my friends did). I was the sober person at the party. I wasn't a flirt, and spent most of my out of school time riding bikes and playing checkers in the park with my friends. I wasn't real obedient, but I had no desire to do anything crazy, so it wasn't a huge issue. My disobedience was often to refuse to clean my room, or something of the like.
I was somewhat rebellious with my goody-two-shoes-ness, when it looked like I should have been a lot of fun.
I don't know what I am now. I'm still not particularly edgy, but I'm eccentric, even among eccentric folks. I still have blue hair. I still wear goth clothes, though I mix it in with a lot of other stuff; collecting interesting clothing is somewhat of a hobby.
My house is somewhat of a testament of what I am... its unusual, out of place, and is set up to fit our needs, which tend to be different. It looks more like an under construction museum than a house.
But still, I don't party, I don't go out. Sometimes I'll have a glass of wine, but that's not a terribly edgy thing from me. I'm guess I'm still rebellious in my goody-two-shoes-ness, preferring to be in and pondering the wonders of Gods/the world/nature than watching movies or bar hopping.