May 5, entry 2
I'm going to kill Fern! I can't find her anywhere. I've called and texted her cell numerous times with no response. I banged on the door to the room she and Mac were sharing until a grumpy older man poked his head out the door of an adjacent room to chastise me. Now, I'm sitting in the lobby of our hotel, ready to go take my exam, but with no ride.
I should have known better than to trust Fern. I love her to pieces, but there's no denying she's a little flighty. Okay, a lot flighty. Even though she's several years older than me, I've always felt a little like her older sister. There's no excuse for this, though. She promised!
Deciding to deal with this dilemma like a mature adult, I asked the hotel concierge about my options. It sounds like public transportation is out. I
