If the raindrops fell differently

Chapter 1

Sat around the breakfast table was my family, the Robinson's. At the end of the table was Sadie, my oldest sister. She was always busy doing her hair or something girly like that, that honestly I was surprised to see her here. Next to her sat Chris. He was my only brother and he loved to just spend a day with me playing sports. I would consider him as my best friend, even though he is 4 years older than me and goes to a different school. Across the table sat my mother. I was worried about her because just weeks ago she claimed that there was a man with a gun in our barn, but no one but her was in there. And beside her was Rebecca, my second oldest sister. She and Sadie would always go out and shop in the market or make clothes all day with each other. It made me feel really lonely because I wasn't into that kind of stuff. My father was not at the table though, he was busy training with Marvin, our sheepdog, for a competition in just under a month. I stared at his empty seat and realized that I hadn't seen much of him lately and I rarely do this time of year. Suddenly, without even thinking, my eyes panned over to the trophy shelf. There sat five 3rd places, seven 2nd places and only a single 1st place won in 2001. That trophy was won before I was born. Well, actually it was the year that I was born. According to my parents 2001 was a very lucky year.

"Who wants more pancakes?" asked Sadie as she got up to get more. I was full but Chris sure wasn't. He was the only one of us that hadn't lost their appetite after my mother has her little incident.
"You know I do!" he replied. Sadie got a platter of pancakes and brought then over.
     "And no syrup?" She gave him an eye roll.
     "If you want it, you can go and get it yourself lazy," Sadie shot back. Even though it wasn't a rude comment to start with. Chris didn't want to cause any more commotion. He got up and went into the kitchen fridge. He pulled out a big jug of homemade maple syrup. When he got back to the table, he poured almost all of the syrup onto the plate of 3 pancakes.
     Chris, how so I put this nicely, he's a pig. He can scarf down a whole blueberry pie in under 45 seconds.
                          SLAM!
     The back door slammed shut. My father came trudging through the house. I could hear his heavy feet stomping along the creaky, wooden floor.
     "Hi honey," my mother said from the table to my father. He did not respond. All I heard was the STOMP STOMP STOMP of his feet. Nothing but it as silence filled the room.
     Finally, he arrived at the table. Covered in mud. All of him. The only part that wasn't dirty was his favourite  hat. It was a ball cap that had the letters M, S, R, C, and J. They were the fist letters of each of our names. M was for Marge, my mother. Then S for Sadie, R for Rebecca, C for Chris and J for Jane. Jane was me. My own name. Well really it is Janna-Lee. But I hate that name. So I just go by Jane.
     I started to get worried about him too. Why was he so grumpy, or covered in mud? And... Not with Marvin.