A/N: I do not own any of the characters, settings, etc. I am only basing my fanfic on the show. The only part that I created is this plot. Please read the story and review. Don't hesitate to criticize and give me pointers. Thanks.

Chapter 3: Ditching School

The Brady children were sitting at the table the next morning and eating breakfast. Jan was not there, though. In fact, she was still in the bathroom supposedly still washing. However, she was doing no such thing. Jan found the trashcan where Mr. Brady had thrown her cigarettes away, and she took them out and began puffing away.

By the time the kids were leaving, Mr. and Mrs. Brady began to wonder what Jan was up to. "Jan, it's time to leave! Hurry up!" Mr. Brady called. Jan did not answer. She still was smoking.

"I've got to finish up this last cigarette before they suspect anything," Jan said to herself. She inhaled and exhaled a little bit more quickly. Suddenly, she started coughing. "Dang it, I'll just screw the cigarette for now, I've got to not get to school!" Jan left the bathroom and went downstairs. She left outside and got on her bike and rode off. She was not on her way to school, however. Jan was headed back to the city for some more trouble.

About 30 minutes later, Jan was downtown, where a lot of crimes took place. She'd heard of a place where gangstas hung out, and she wanted to be a part of it. She wondered if she could get some pointers from them. Jan then arrived at the street where the gangstas were supposed to be. She walked down the street, looking for a group of shifty looking characters. Suddenly, she was nabbed into an alley and someone strong was covering her mouth.

She faced the lowlife responsible. He was huge and had tattered clothes. He had a 5:00 shadow, and he had a very foul smell. "Gimme your money, girlie!" he yelled. He strangled her. Jan reached into her pocket and gave the man all the money she had.

Then, he released her. "I was going to buy some beers with that!" Jan exclaimed.

The man gave her back the money. "Here's the deal: I'll let you keep your money and your face if you go down to the store and steal ALL of the beers they have. Come back here and give the beer to me and my gang. If you don't, then I'm gonna blast your head off!" he yelled, pulling out a Magnum .357. Jan ran off to her bike. "And don't you dare call the cops!" he yelled.

Jan rode off to the nearest store and looked around. There were many people in line to buy their items, so the cashiers were busy and would not notice if Jan smuggled the beers. Jan went to the freezer and hid a whole entire bunch of beers under her shirt. She hid some other ones in her pockets. She sneaked out of the store unnoticed. She did not have to worry about an alarm going off because at that time, many stores did not have that kind of technology yet.

She returned to the spot where the man was waiting. He looked very furious, as he did when Jan first saw him. "Didja get the beers?"

Jan took out all the beers she had with her. "Most of them. I'm going to go back to the store a few more times and smuggle the rest of them."

Later, around 10 at night, Jan rode her bike back home. She had stolen all of the beer from the store, and she became part of the gang in the alley. The gang got her a nice torn leather jacket and a white undershirt. They also took her to a shifty part of town where they dyed her hair black and got it cut in a really bizarre hairstyle. Later, they let her have some of the beers and stole some cigarettes for her. They also gave her a powerful pistol that they had. Jan never had a day like this before, but it was certainly very different from being a nobody!

When Jan rode up to the Brady residence, she had to be careful that nobody saw her. She parked her bike in the garage and sneaked past the front door. The lights were still on, so Jan knew that most of the family was awake. "Fine, I'll just stay outside until midnight. They've got to be asleep by then." Jan ran off to the backyard where she could hide in privacy. Not long after that, the front door opened. Jan did not hear it because she was busy drinking beer and smoking. Suddenly, she was yanked away from her hiding spot and spun around to see who grabbed her.

It was Mr. Brady! He had seen Jan hiding out. "Just where were you today?" he barked.

"Nonya," Jan said.

Mr. Brady got a firm grasp on Jan. "You are going to tell me why you weren't at school!"

"Maybe, maybe not," Jan said.

"Tell me!"

"No!"

"What happened to your hair, and where on earth did you get those gangsta clothes?"

"I became part of a gang," Jan said. She spit on Mr. Brady's shoes and swallowed a mouthful of beer.

"All right, young lady, THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!" Mr. Brady said. He pulled her inside the house. Mrs. Brady was standing in the living room and saw Jan.

"Jan! What happened to you?" she wondered.

"I'm in a gang," Jan said. "And proud of it."

"A gang?"

"Yes, a gang! Got a problem with that, lady?"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

"I'll talk to you however I want!" Then, Jan pulled out the Magnum .357 and blasted off the light fixtures in the room. Tiny shards of glass poured from the ceiling and landed in various spots in the room. Jan then ran up the stairs to her room. The door was shut, but rather than open it, Jan shot it down with the pistol. Marcia and Cindy were in the room and saw Jan with the gun. "Get on the floor and get out of here!" Jan shouted. Marcia and Cindy crawled out of the room, careful not to be anywhere near the gun. When they were gone, Jan put the door back up and barricaded it by sliding the dresser in front of it. Now she was trapped inside. Nobody could ever come inside. Not on her watch. Jan opened the window and began to toss out her sisters' possessions. In addition, she would make sure she blasted them with her gun before they fell to the ground. It was fun for her to watch everything explode into little pieces. Finally, when she'd thrown her sisters' things out (even the beds), she got in her bed and angled her pistol at the light fixture in her room. She shot the light, and it instantly fizzed out. Several sparks came out after the bulb was shot, and many pieces of broken glass fell to the floor. Satisfied, Jan slipped her gun into her pocket and fell asleep.