Hey there, my fellow readers and writers. I hope you are well.

Here's a new Craft oneshot I cooked up one day. I was watching one of my favorite parts of The Craft with Nancy Downs in it, and I got to wondering what Nancy's thoughts were in the scene where she's sitting in front of her altar. So this is what I came up with. Hope you like it! :)

Disclaimer: The geniuses at Columbia Pictures own the film The Craft. The lyrics to Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day at the beginning of this oneshot belong to their respective owners. I own the songfics, oneshots, crossovers and poems I cook up from time to time.

Learnin' to Fly

I walk a lonely road,
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes,
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up when everything's all right
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone...

-Green Day, Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Nancy sat in front of her altar, mulling over some things in her mind. Her mind was different from all those other girls – the snobby bleach blonde girls who had money to spare, like that mean girl Laura Lizzie, who would taunt Rochelle for having dark skin every chance she got – at St. Bernard's Academy. She knew that they couldn't hold a candle to her academically. But then again, everyone's mind was different in some ways and the same in others. People's minds did work in strange and/or odd ways from time to time, after all.

They – Nancy, Rochelle, Bonnie and Sarah – were friends, and that was all that mattered. Well, it mattered to Sarah, Rochelle and Bonnie, though. But Nancy, however, didn't see it that way at all. She saw it differently. She felt that she deserved better – a new life, more than enough money to spare and never wanting to go back to being labeled as "poor white trash" – ever again. A new life was indeed for her.

Well, I hope you liked reading this as much as I did writing it. After all, feedback, especially the nice kind, sure is helpful, and it helps me to write more, too.

~Nightcrawlerlover