The day I turned eighteen, was my last day of being a normal teenager. Hi, I'm Rosalie Saddler, Rose for short. Saddler's not my real last name, my foster parents changed it. I've never known my real last name. I was left in front of the Saddler's house, when I was just a baby, with a blanket engraved with my name, a very detailed homemade diary, and a locket with my initials; REU. The Sadler's couldn't have kids, so they were overjoyed to be blessed with a child of their own. Although they are scared that my real parents will come back one day and want me back. I do not wish to see them though, they didn't want me, so why should I want them?