It was that time of year, the time of year where green and red colours were seen almost everywhere, Christmas music playing peacefully and always in the background, and layers upon layers of clothing worn.

The tree was decorated by multiple teenagers during the early days of December, obviously letting mentors, counsellors and managers to decorate as well. It’s size was decent and allowed the lodge of the Fireweed Residential Centre to light up with the tacky fluorescent coloured bulbs.

Your mentor, Tyler Ronan had disappeared into the kitchen, so you followed suit.

He had been idle behind a stand, passing out cheap styrofoam cups of hot chocolate. You immediately smiled at the sight, trekking over to his stand.