Jaxon Zwart, a senior at Howell High, is a boisterous and playful young blood. He is often considered an incredibly intelligent, sequestered old soul with a heart of a clam: cold and unshackled, yet bright and illuminescent. He used to work at Arby’s, realizing people aren’t always as humble, kind, and brilliant as he is. Loved by many and held close by none, he realizes his place in the world is unknown and indeterminate. But his weakness launches him forth; forsooth, his crystal tears translate into incredible and intriguing writing. Furthermore, the abundant, ubiquitous folds in his brain spur ideas that people love. He often tells the masses of his quippy, remarkable ideas. “That’s a really good idea you had there,” brilliant newspaper writer and friend Gabriel Olson said. Walking through the streets of Howell, he makes a name for himself. “He… is a good… tennis player… and …guitarist,” peer Beckett Vohwinkle said. All in all, he promises to give it his biggest 100%.