Invisible, Part I Chapter II I walked back to my house alone in the rain. I needed to get into dry clothes and start my studying for the day. As I walked up the smoothed stone stairs to the front porch I lost my footing and almost fell face and eyes over the railing and into my mother’s flowerbed. I didn't understand why someone would invest in those over expensive, back breaking materials. I guess my father would. I opened the door and placed my shoes neatly in the corner of the doorway. I laid my jacket in the closet adjacent to it. I didn't realize how long I had actually spent outside thinking about the situation. My hair was dripping wet and my sweater got soaked through my apparently “not so waterproof” jacket and I noticed I was starting to shiver. I looked at the clock. 8:00 am. I couldn't believe that the whole meet and greet along with my contemplation afterwards took a grand total of at least two hours.