Black Panther

This way! No! Yes! Where the hell do I go?!

 I couldn't figure it out. 'I could ask the locals for help, but then again, I did see them throw stones at a cat so, better not.' I thought to myself. I wondered if I could get a taxi from here. I mean I did figure out where I was... - somewhere in Burgess Hill by the way - So then, I just needed to find a phone booth to call the taxi. Shit <--- (I'm choosing this one). I was probably going to end up walking twenty miles in the wrong direction. Instead I just asked some random person if I could use their mobile. After making the call, I waited outside outside Burgess Hill Martlets.

 "Hey, look what we have here!" shouted a male voice in the distance. There were three drunk men in the distance, coming towards me. I had smelt the alcohol from a mile away.

"A stupid little emo!" one of them yelled, slapping me in the face... Well my reflexes didn't actually let him but, yeah... They shouldn't have done that.

 In a mere three seconds, I had them all flat on their backs. "Get her!" they yelled in fury, and in unison to my surprise.

 'They just don't learn do they...'

 The one charged at me, a low kick made him fall to his hands and knees, then an elbow to the small of his back had him on the floor. Two and three charged from opposite directions, and seeing the opportunity of something I've always wanted to do from movies, I jumped, banged their heads together and took their legs out from under them. Laughing, I turned around to see one charging at me in a blind rage, at which point I side-stepped, sending him barreling into two and three, who were just getting back off the ground. I turned, ready for more, at which point they turned around and legged it. I felt like Batman!... Batgirl? Whatever.

 By the time the taxi got here, it was getting late, so I climbed in drowsily.

"Where to?" asked the driver. At which point I realised that I had no idea where it was!

"Just drop me off 'round Brighton Pier." I said, thinking I could figure it out from there maybe. I enjoyed the rest of the taxi ride. It's not very often that  I can travel without fear of getting lost.

 After a rather relaxing journey, we arrived in Brighton, so I payed the taxi man, and got out the car. Walking around for a bit, I decided I needed to sleep, ignoring the hotels, I trudged onto the large flat rocks that are like a natural diving board at Brighton Pier, and slowly fell into a deep sleep...