A short story about a girl called Caroline.

Caroline was not interested in make up and going shopping with the girls and getting excited about the brand new make of mascara. Caroline was interested in paper. The whiteness that represented the hope and purity possible within the world. The perfect rectangular shape symbolising the perfection also possible. So many uses were possible with paper, and so many people used it. To her paper was a sure winner.
Ever since Caroline was a little girl she used paper everyday. To colour on, make paper airplanes, to make those weird puzzle things with where you had to choose a colour and then choose a number. This fascinated her, the endless possibilities of it all. This is why Caroline wanted a career in the paper industry. She wasn't quite sure what direction paper could really take her in, neither was anyone. But she was positive that paper was her life's calling.
Caroline knew all there is to know about paper. The possible sizes which varied from A4 to A1, the possible colours that could be used and also the thickness. She knew everything except one detail. Caroline had no clue as to where paper came from. This frustrated her immensely as no one would seem to tell her.
Caroline went for a wander through the woods, which was her favourite place to roam around when she wanted to clear her head. She heard a veracious roar that seemed to threaten the woods and Caroline herself. She made her way through the beautiful oak trees to find a dozen men and a gigantic monster of a machine. She lunged at the workers to stop what they were doing and questioned them as to why they would kill these beautiful trees. One of the workers simply looked directly at her and said three words that would crush Caroline for the rest of her life; "We're making paper." Caroline suddenly couldn't breathe. She ran through the woods screaming, panting, struggling to catch her breath. She found her favourite tree and climbed to the very top. She decided that they wouldn't take this tree from her. This was Caroline's tree. So she tied the knot and jumped. Caroline dangled, in protest. She gave up the one thing she loved in the world to save the beautiful woodland. Unfortunately, Caroline's favourite tree was also the tallest in the forest. So the workers were unable to see her at the top. So they persisted to cut down the tree. Once the tree was down they found Caroline, rigid and cold. Holding a piece of paper.