Learning to Love

My name is Rose, at least that's what I've always been called in school, at least for the last two years that I've been able to attend anyways. One-night I'm found by the police and taken to the Hospital, after learning where I was taken, I ran. I couldn't possibly ever be loved by anyone, I was just a mistake, an accident, wasn't supposed to live past my first birthday, and the fact that I had made it until I turned 12 (at least I think that's how old I am) was the greatest accomplishment of all right?

I have read a lot of stories on this site and if someone thinks I copied a work please let me know. I'm trying not to copy but sometimes I forget if I've read my idea somewhere and that's how I came up with it or not. This is my first story and I'm just writing for fun, I'm only human so I'm sure there will be mistakes, and there will be no set time for updates, I'll try not to keep anyone waiting too long but I do have a life outside of Wattpad.