Walking into the town through a residential neighborhood the first time made me feel  more lost than I already felt at school. The road out of school ran through a older neighborhood that had homes that looked lower middle class. The houses were old , tight together, with worn pastel paint jobs that showed people wanted to care about their houses but gave up for lack of money. The road ran downhill into town for a mile. All down hill ,the first walk there I hadn't thought about the walk back, but again I was 14 and didn't really care. Where the road ended was a market where I had to take a right and a quick left down another road that went over the railroad track. The market had the neon signs in the window the type usually reserved for a store advertising products it really didn't have, The windows covered with chicken wire grating to prevent something , but I was never sure what. A quick left not even a block and it was open road with dirt lots and one small house next to the railroad tracks on the left. The house has been converted to a business ,although outside it was an isolated brown residential looking home with a sign above it that said “ The Line”.