The green grass was being torn from the ground as he tore through the area on his horse. The black stallion's fur glittered in the bright sun light. The boy atop of the horse proudly scanned the area, though there was little to see. All animals knew to hide, and the boy was going far to fast to see anything.

He soon slowed the horse down at the sight of a trickling river, he stopped the horse, and dismounted. He kneeled at the edge of the water, and dipped two fingers into the cool water. He then put his entire hand in, pressing it to his forehead. The day was hot, and he was tired, sweaty, and mud-streaked from a vicious hunt.

The stallion thirstily gulped the water, stopping every few seconds just to swallow. The boy leaned against a rock, untying the laces to his Timberlands. He took off one shoe, examining his foot. It was bleeding a bit, but not enough to stop him today.

He pulled off the other shoe, and then stepping into the clear water. He had to get back soon; his parents had called for him tonight. Big news, they had. Whatever this 'big news' was, Prince Derrick Harrington was sure it was nothing he couldn't handle. Derrick went further in the water, cooling down for a few minutes longer, before returning to shore, pulling his boots back on, and mounting his horse.

Everyone's wrong at least once in a life time.

New story. I know this is short but I just got this idea and wanted to get it down. I don't own The Clique (There is my disclaimer.) I am also aware that wearing Timberlands and riding a horse isn't very intelligent and would probably hurt the horse.