On a cold winter day, there was a girl named Carly, and she wanted to do something different this Christmas.

When she walked into classroom 203; Carly saw Caroline sitting in her seat. "Hey Caroline!" I exclaimed. "Hello," Caroline softly responded as she patiently waited for class to start.

Caroline was wearing jeans in not the best shape, a sweater with stains as if it never was washed, and a little tear on the sleeve; Caroline's shoes had no laces, and they were worn out. "I'm cold," Caroline cried as her teeth are chattering. "You can wear my sweater," I nicely offered.

Eek eek, scratch the sound of Mrs Howard's chalk scratching the board. Cough, Cough "Ewe! Caroline has stains on her shirt!" Brady rudely shouted.

It was so quiet, you could hear a pen drop. Everybody looked at Caroline. Woosh, stomp. Caroline runs out the door feeling red as a tomato because she was so embarrassed.

Sniff, sniff, sitting on the bathroom floor drying all of her tears away, "Why am I the one who gets picked on because of my looks?" Caroline sobs. "Brady, you can take a trip to the office, NOW!" Mrs Howard exclaimed.

"Whatever..." Brady rudely yelled back. "Mrs Howard," I quietly interrupted. "Yes Carly?" Mrs Howard responded. "Can I go check on Caroline please?" I begged. "You certainly can," she nicely replied.

I walk in; her eyes were puffy, and her tears were running down her cheeks like a waterfall. "Caroline are you okay?" I sadly asked. "I'm fine" Caroline replied. "Caroline, it doesn't matter how you look; Brady is just rude!" I exclaimed.

Caroline looked down at her shoes, "I always look bad; I mean LOOK AT ME!" she cried. "Stop...You don't, and I'm going to make sure you believe me." I look at her and say, "I'm going to help you; I promise."

That evening, I went home so hungry; I could eat a whole Thanksgiving feast. "Mom?" I asked. "Yes Carly," she replied, "I want to help my friend, Caroline at school; Caroline's clothes have holes in them, and she doesn't have enough food." "Why? What's going on at her home?" she sadly asked. "Her dad lost his job recently, and her mom passed away when she was a little girl, so they don't have that much money," I responded. "Oh... Well that's horrible; yes, you can; I will help with the food."

"I want to give to others this Christmas; I want to give to Caroline." "Carly, I'm so proud of you," mom exclaimed.

"I've made some potato soup if your hungry." Mother asked. "YES! I'm starving," I exclaimed. The soup was super creamy with little bits of bacon in it; I felt the warmth underneath my bowl on my little hands.

That night, I was scrolling online for gifts to give Caroline this Christmas. "These white Converse look perfect," I told myself. I kept looking online and ordered lot's of clothes.

I got her a huge, white, fluffy coat; she will be a warm polar bear. I ordered her two t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, and jeans. Getting drowsy, bored, and exhausted, I took a break.