From Glam To Grim

I remember climbing into the car, being strapped into my car seat and driving to the airport. I remember the shrieking wails of my baby sister, and seeing crowds of people getting onto this huge, metal object with wings. That was the plane. I had no idea where I was, but I knew thing. I had heard my parents talking about it. We were leaving my home, the only world I knew.
The plane smelt of strange food and perfume. I was scared. I didn't want to leave.
I was put into a seat, next to Mum and Charlotte, my baby sister. The plane took off and I knew immediately I would hate this journey. My head was hurting. The seats were uncomfortable.
Soon we were up in the air and I watched the fluffy, frothy, candyfloss-like clouds pass by.
I also remember falling asleep and having a dream that my parents left me on the plane. I woke up screaming. People were staring. I wanted to tell them to turn away, but I only knew a few words at that time.
My dad calmed me down.
After what seemed like forever, the plane landed. Slowly, everyone got out. I held my dad's hand as we walked out of the plane. In England, it was raining, my sister was crying and it was so crowded!
I wanted to go back. I couldn't see how things would be better here than they were in California. I was confused, and tired. Soon, though, we were out of the airport and driving to wherever it was we were living. I was bored. I fell asleep.