Just a Bad Colt
“What a stupid cutie mark!”
“Heh, yeah! A rainy cloud? What are you supposed to do, make it rain on everypony?”
“You just wanna make the weather as dark and ugly as you!”
“Better being a blank-flank than having that stupid thing!”
That's how it had all started. In essence, that was the moment that put Stormy Knight in the corner, where he'd been sitting for who knows how long (he hadn't quite learned how to keep time yet). He'd had nothing else to do but to think back on this moment; Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had been particularly mean to him, but that was nothing new. They'd been picking on him long before today, just because they'd had their cutie marks (what were they for, anyway, being rich or something?) and Stormy hadn't. Just last week, he'd finally gotten his mark, a gray rain cloud spewing showers, and he finally felt like things would change.
They didn't. They just got worse.
“Leave me alone.”
“Aww, what's the matter, Stormy! You all huffy 'cause your cutie mark is lamer than you?”
“I said leave me alone.”
“Good one, Diamond Tiara! And look at those tiny wings! You can't even make a breeze, much less a storm cloud!”
“SHUT UP!!”
Well, in Miss Cheerilee's class, “shut up” is considered a bad thing to say, so Stormy Knight was sent to the corner for time-out. Just like today. He couldn't figure out how those two bullies kept getting away with being such brats and being mean to everypony in class, cutie mark or no, while he was the one sitting in the corner just for defending himself. They seemed to find particular pleasure in making fun of Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom too, just because they were still blank-flanks. Sitting in the corner at least gave Stormy a chance to think more about these things—why was a cutie mark so important? What did it matter which colts and fillies had them and which ones didn't? Was he, Stormy, any different now that he had his mark? Did he think he was above anypony now that he had it? Did he ever feel beneath anypony when he didn't have it? And most importantly, did he have to be just like Diamond Tiara, and bully all of the blank-flanks in school just because he wasn't one of them anymore?
Of course, he didn't need to bully to get in trouble. All he'd had to do was lash out at the real bullies.
And pretty much everypony else.
“I don't even understand what that mark is for. Why a raincloud?”
“Who asked you?! Just leave me alone!”
“Hey! Y'all be nice! Nopony's attackin' you!”
“Who cares! I didn't ask you to stare at me like some kinda freak! Leave my cutie mark alone!”
“Well, if you just explained what you did to get it, we'd understand.”
“No you wouldn't! My cutie mark doesn't mean diddly! I should have just stayed a stupid little blank-flank!”
“Hey! We're blank-flanks, and we're not stupid!”
“So what?! You have a chance to get better cutie marks than mine! I was just a stupid little blank-flank colt before, and now I'm a stupid little colt with a stupid little cutie mark!”
That was the next day, after his first stint in the corner. “Stupid” isn't a very nice word either, so Miss Cheerilee had put him back in the corner that day, too. This time, though, his behavior against the “Cutie Mark Cavaliers” or whatever they called themselves, had been on him, and nopony else. It just gave him more time to think, and he'd come to a much quicker, more lucid conclusion: he wasn't worth it.
Being a blank-flank meant being picked on, and now that he had his cutie mark, he was picked on even more. So, it didn't matter whether he had a cutie mark or not; he was still being bullied, and that meant that it was he, Stormy Knight, a short, scrawny Pegasus colt with dark-blue fur and a black mane, that was the reason for it, not something stupid (for lack of a nicer word) like a raincloud-shaped cutie mark. He was the lame little colt who was mean to everyone, so he deserved to get bullied. It wasn't his cutie mark (or lack of one) that mattered. He was lame and stupid (again, not nice, but appropriate) and deserving of bullying. Not his mark.
And today, his third trip to the corner this week, he was more deserving than ever.
“You know, maybe if you were nicer, the other colts and fillies wouldn't be so mean to you.”
“Why should I be? Nopony's ever nice to me!”
“You have plenty of ponies who are nice to you. You just don't let them.”
“If they were really nice, they'd have been nice before! Now, I'm just a freak with a stu—a silly cutie mark!”
“You can't believe everything you hear, you know. You're way too sensitive.”
“I am not!!”
“Yeah, you are! You got mad just 'cause I called you sensitive.”
“Well, who asked you?! You don't know anything! You just wanna laugh at me like everypony else!”
“I do not! But if I did, you'd deserve it for being so mean!”
“LEAVE ME ALONE!!”
He'd pushed her down. She'd started crying. And once again, Stormy went back to the corner, while Miss Cheerilee had contacted Stormy's mom, Cloudy Knight. She was on her way to school now to pick up her son, and Stormy was to sit in the corner the whole time until she got there.
Now, it was over. There was no way back. The whole school thought Stormy was just a mean kid who wasn't worth talking to. Miss Cheerilee thought he was just a problem colt with a bad attitude. And when Mom got him home today, Stormy would probably get spanked or grounded, or something else that only happened to bad colts.
Because that's what he was. A bad colt. He was bad before getting his cutie mark. His cutie mark made him even more bad. Just talking to his classmates brought out the “bad” in him. He couldn't open his mouth without being mean. He didn't understand why or how. He just couldn't help it. He was always angry, always snapping at other ponies, always trying to hide how he really felt, because he didn't feel like he was good enough to talk about his feelings. Only good colts and fillies got to talk about their feelings without being laughed at or having ponies groan in annoyance or roll their eyes and turn away. Stormy Knight was just a bad colt who deserved to get bullied, and teased, and grounded, and whatever else happened. And now, he'd pushed down that little pink Pegasus filly with the blonde mane, who was only trying to help. After this, nopony would ever see him as anything else.
Was he a bad colt because he was treated like one, or was he treated like one because he was one?
There's only so many questions (and only so much crying) one bad little colt can handle while sitting in the corner. And judging from the opening of the door, it would have to be cut short. Mom was here to take Stormy home, to be punished.
For being a bad colt.
“You know why you're in trouble, don't you, young stallion?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“You've been saying naughty things at school, you've screamed and thrown fits, you even hurt a little filly! What have I told you about being nice to fillies?”
“It's not nice to hit a filly, I know.”
“And Miss Cheerilee told me that she's had to put you in the corner three times this week! Three times! Once, I can understand, but this is getting out of hoof! She doesn't know what else to do with you anymore!”
“I know, Mom.”
“You should also know better than to throw fits at school!”
“I know.”
“Stop looking at the floor. Look at me when I'm talking to you, young stallion!”
“I'm sorry, Mommy . . .”
“. . . . Honey, are you crying?”
“No!”
“Stormy, honey, if there's something wrong, please tell me. This isn't like you at all. You're a good colt, I know you are. But this is not how a good colt acts, and you know it. Please tell me what's wrong.”
“. . . . Nothing. I'm fine . . .”
“Are you sure?”
“I'm fine, Mom! Really! There's nothing wrong!”
“Stormy, remember what I said about throwing fits . . .”
“Sorry, Mom . . .”
“. . . . Well, when you're ready to tell me what's happening, I'll be ready to listen. But you know you're still in trouble for acting out in school. You need to learn to be nicer to ponies who are trying to help you, or else nopony will want to help you. Now, I want you to apologize to that little filly on Monday when you go back to school. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“And Miss Cheerilee will let me know, so I'll know if you actually did. And if you didn't, or if you lie, you're in the hot seat, mister. Understand?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Good. Now, you're grounded all this weekend. I expect you to get started on your chores early tomorrow morning, and no playtime until you do them all. Now go on up to your room and wait for supper.”
“All right . . . . I'm s-sorry, Mommy . . . .”
Stormy Knight thought back to that afternoon as he walked into the school building on Monday. Being grounded for the weekend wasn't so bad, I guess, he thought to himself. At least I didn't get a spanking.
The first class of the day started, and both desks on either side of Stormy were empty. All the colts and fillies helped move the desks for story time, and when they all sat in a circle, Stormy sat alone, outside the circle, because nopony wanted to sit with him. The class went outside for snack time, and Stormy sat at one of the picnic tables by himself. As he looked over at the table next to his, he saw two colts and two fillies sitting together, talking and laughing and sharing each other's snacks. He knew he had to at least try, so he held up a hoof, waved, and said, “Hi!” with a bright smile.
All four foals got up from the table and moved farther away.
Stormy saw it coming. Mom may have said that he had to try being nicer more often, but that made no difference anymore. He'd been an angry jerk for too long, and now nopony wanted to see anything other than that when they saw him. He'd made his bed, and now he was going to sit in it. Alone.
Like any other bad colt.
Recess came after snack time, but Stormy didn't want to play. He knew none of the other colts or fillies would want to play with him, anyway. Heaving a deep sigh, he trudged over to a tree and sat down with his back against the bark. He figured he might as well start getting used to it. He didn't like it, and it hurt him badly to have to be alone, but he knew it was what he deserved. He'd had his chance to be nice, and he blew it. So, while it was playtime for good colts and fillies, it was tree time for him. In essence, time-out hadn't changed much—the only differences now was that it was self-imposed, and it was the tree instead of the corner.
It didn't stop him from crying, though. Tears never changed.
“Um . . . hi.”
Stormy turned toward a voice, and saw the same pink Pegasus filly he'd hurt three days ago. “Huh? Wha— . . . i-it's you . . .”
“Yeah. I guess you remember me, huh?" she asked gently. "I'm Sunny Skies. You pushed me down last week.”
“Yeah . . . s-so?” Stormy tried to sound tough, despite sniffing a bit from his crying.
“Your eyes are all puffy," Sunny pointed out, still maintaining calm, "you were crying just now, huh?”
“I'm not c-crying! Why does everypony s-say that . . . ?”
“Take it easy," she said, trying to quell his temper, "I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
“I'm fine . . . s-so you can go ahead and laugh at me now . . . ." Stormy bit back, trying with all his might to keep the tears from returning.
“Why would I wanna laugh at you?”
“'Cause I got in trouble last week for p-pushing you," Stormy explained, his emotional dam slowly breaking down. "I got p-put in the corner again. M-my mom yelled at me. And now the whole class h-hates me.”
“I don't hate you,” Sunny said simply.
“'Course you do. I was mean to you, too. I hurt you. Why wouldn't you hate me?”
“Well . . ." she hesitated, as if what she would say would be difficult for Stormy to handle. ". . . . 'cause I think you're just sad, that's all.”
At this, Stormy's temper flared, and old instincts came back in full-force. “I told you, I'm not crying!”
“Calm down," Sunny tried to assuage him again. Stormy noticed, and found that she was fairly good at it. "I didn't say 'crying', I said 'sad'," she continued, "you know, 'cause of your cutie mark, and Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon always picking on you, and you always being in time-out. I think you just act mean 'cause you don't want anypony to know that.”
“. . . . . Why do you think that? Nopony cares how I feel . . .”
“That's not true. I care.”
“Why would you care? I pushed you, remember? I'm just . . . . . just a bad colt.”
Sunny slowly walked closer to Stormy and sat next to him. She gently laid a hoof on his shoulder, and Stormy felt himself wanting to pull away at first. But once her hoof touched him, he felt warm and fuzzy inside, and didn't want her hoof to leave him.
“I don't think you're a bad colt," she replied, her voice still soothing, and slowly having an effect on Stormy. "'Cause if you were, you would have stopped listening to me. You wouldn't care. But you're still here. You wanna talk to me, don't you?” She ended with a look of compassion on her face—the same look his mom would have whenever Stormy got sick or scraped up his knee—and she smiled.
Stormy just stared at Sunny Skies, trying hard to keep the tears from welling up. He was being stubborn again. He was being mean again. He was lashing out and trying to get her to leave. But one thing that was stronger than his attempt to keep from crying, was the simple fact that she was right. He'd needed somepony to talk to. He had no friends, he was afraid Miss Cheerilee was disappointed in him, and he was afraid his mom wouldn't understand. The only reason he didn't try to hurt her again was because he knew perfectly well she would leave if he did. He didn't want that. He wanted her to stay. He needed her to stay.
He felt the tears continue to swell in his eyes, and finally, he released them. One tear from each eye seemed to open the flood gates, and a slow stream of tears descended his face.
“Y-you're s-so nice,” Stormy said between sobs, “I . . . y-you don't have to be s-so nice to me . . .”
“Why not?” Sunny asked, confused. “I wanna be nice to you. Everypony needs somepony to be nice to them every now and then.”
“N-not me . . . I'm . . . I'm just a bad colt . . .”
Stormy couldn't take it anymore. He broke down and cried, releasing deep, painful sounds that hurt his chest and stomach just by being made. He slumped over and threw his front hooves over his eyes, wiping away the increasing torrent of tears as quickly as they came. It was all out, now. As if being the school's naughty colt wasn't enough, now he was the wimpiest colt, as well. That just made him cry hard enough to give himself a dull headache, which added to his frustration more. The cycle felt more and more painful, and all he could do in response was sit there and cry. The pain allowed nothing else.
Stormy jumped when he felt something strange, a feeling he thought only his mother could give him. He felt Sunny wrap her forelegs around him and pull him in close for a hug, and all at once, he stopped crying. Remnants of tears still slipped down the trails of moisture on his face, but soon followed suit and stopped flowing. Stormy found himself growing very red-faced and weak in the legs; he felt lucky to be sitting, as he likely would have fallen down otherwise. He was so stunned, he couldn't be shaken out of the speechlessness brought on by his misery—he remained silent.
“You're not a bad colt, Stormy,” Sunny repeated, gently patting his back, “you may be naughty every now and then, but it doesn't make you bad. If you had friends, I'm sure it would help make you nicer.” She released him and looked him deep in his brown eyes. “I can be your friend, if you want.”
Once again, Stormy was overwhelmed by emotion. This time, though, it didn't hurt. There wasn't that same pain in his stomach that his mom usually had to give him tummyache medicine for. There wasn't that feeling in his chest that, since Stormy had heard grownups talk about it, he thought must be “heartbreak”. There wasn't that really bad headache he usually only got after coming out of a really long movie at the theaters. But he did still want to cry.
This time, it was his turn to hug, and he threw his forelegs around Sunny Skies, pulling her in close and restarting his sobbing. Sunny easily hugged him back, and Stormy's tears of joy continued. The filly he'd bullied thought he was good enough to talk to, and she tried to make him feel better. This made Stormy happier than he'd ever imagined. Not only did he finally make a friend, but he'd confirmed for himself something he'd been afraid to find out all this time. He really was worth it. He really could be nice and make friends.
He wasn't a bad colt after all.
Stormy Knight and his new friend, Sunny Skies, walked away from the tree, side-by-side, to finish recess together.
“Um . . . Sunny?”
“Yeah?”
“I . . . . I was gonna say this 'cause my mom wanted me to . . . but now, I think I want to. I'm . . . I'm sorry I pushed you. I didn't mean to be so mean. Can . . . can you forgive me?”
“Aww, Stormy! We're friends now. Of course I can forgive you!”
“Thank you . . . . mmm . . . I've never hugged anypony except my mom before . . . . it feels good.”
“Yeah. I'm glad you feel better, Stormy.”
“Isn't that cute? Stormy found somepony to feel sorry for him!”
“Oh, no . . . not you two again . . .”
“Hey, Sunny! Needed somepony to rain on your parade?”
“You leave him alone, Diamond Tiara, or I'll tell! I mean it!”
“Oh, please! Like I'm afraid of what a silly blank-flank and a troublemaker with a lame cutie mark are gonna do! Besides, Miss Cheerilee doesn't care what we say! She'll ignore you and put 'Sulky Knight' back in the time-out corner where he belongs! If Miss Cheerilee could help you, you wouldn't be nearly as lame as you are, but she's just . . . . just . . . uh-oh.”
“No, go on, Diamond Tiara. I'd love to hear what you really think of me.”
Diamond Tiara reflected on this last exchange as she and Silver Spoon each sat in a corner, serving time-out.
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Saaaaaaaay nice cover art!
Gonna check this later, looks great though!
Right in the feels, bro. Well done.
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A thumb from me!
Awesome little fic! The feels were strong with this one.
I loved it so much!
As far as writing goes, it was done pretty well. I thought the blank dialogue bits were a touch confusing, perhaps adding a few descriptors would be helpful there. The sentence structure needed to be varied more than it was, but it wasn't too distracting.
I though this was really well done. Such a sweet little story.
Definitely favortiting this bad boy and putting it in my Fanfics for Family Group! Keep up the great work! 
Excellent story, it really resonated with me, since I had something of a similar experience. Sometimes, you just can't bring yourself to try again, you start to see everything other kids say as a cruel joke or insult, even if its friendly. So, you isolate yourself, and inadvertently spurn any chance of making friends. Before long you become 'that weird kid with no friends'. And so the cycle perpetuates itself; your defence against being laughed at becomes the reason you're laughed at.
Anyway, very well written, though some areas could do with a bit more description, particularly some of the dialogue. The last exchange between the two main characters for example, is very touching, but you could do a lot more. Perhaps give a bit more insight into each character's emotions.
It certainly earns my upvote though.
6196401 6196403 Thanks, guys. Glad you liked it. And thanks for the fave, Hudson!
6196408 The blank dialogue parts are more akin to thoughts than actual dialogue. Sort of like reflections of past experiences. I'll be sure to say so in the description, though, to avoid confusion. Thanks for the fave, and thanks for the add to your group!
6196576 as I said, the dialogue without modifiers is more like reflections than dialogue, but I'll point that out. I'm glad it was able to reach you this way; it proves I did well. Sincerely, thank you, and thank you for the favorite.
Right in the feels man.
This story hits home for me personally because this actually is similar to how my elementary years went.
Have an upvote and a fave, my friend.
6196739 Don't worry. Remember, she and Silver Spoon got their comeuppance at the end.
Thanks for the favorite.
6196754 Thanks for that. I really appreciate it, and I'm glad you enjoyed it so much.
6196383 Jeez, I almost forgot to credit you!
I'll fix that . . .
EDIT: okay, all fixed. Thanks again for the cover!
6196715
You deserved it, bro.
Also, my nephew is a high-functioning autistic as am I. I had my sister read Pride of the Apples, and she had this to say:
"That story is very well written and accurate! Can you let me know when it's updated so I can read it? I've seen a lot of those things with CJ and even you to a certain extent."
6196910 Its ok. I wasn't trying to say anything just happy to collab.
6196937 Tell your sister that I deeply appreciate her words, and I'm glad the story could relate to her and her boy so well. I'll update it as soon as possible, so once you know, you can let her know whenever you get the chance.
6196962
Passed it on, bro.
Awww
That was a nice story, and a good lesson, I may just read it to my class.
A wonderful lesson to be learned here. When dealing with children it is crucial to make feel that they can do something right. Often when they are told they are bad, or dumb they will often do just that.
Downside is that these two can't have a future together. If they get married she will become "Sunny Knight" and where that does sound cool it also is a bit of a paradox.
(I may just do a closing pic of the hug, no promises but I think it would be fun.)
Sunny a blonde pink Pegasus?
6197182 Thank you so much for the review, and for the favorite. I'm so glad you liked the story that you have graced with your spectacular artwork. If you do decide you want to give a reading, you have my express permission.
And yes, Sunny is a pink Pegasus with a blond mane. Just think of Fluttershy's color palette swapped.
I would love to see a pic of them together! 
(Jet Set and Upper Crust are married. I guess name changes aren't a requirement.
)
6197205 Thanks for the opportunity
I suppose not after all names are sorta open I mean, Applejack is AppleJack Apple
...Pinkamina Diane Pie, Rarity Belle, and so on.
Still me just being a dork.
I'll will see what I can come up with.
Also, the story said he had "brown eyes", I gave him purple...,meh whatever.
6197229 Meh, I don't think anyone will know the difference. And if so, they might not care.
You don't have to do another pic if you don't want to. I'm just glad you read, and even gladder to have your artwork on display on my story. You've done quite a bit for me already. Thank you.
6197238 I don't think they will care either,
Drawing for you? Phhhhfft, it's for me! If your lucky I let you see it.
6197252 That's cool. Great minds think alike, I suppose.
Thanks for reading.
I thought this was a very good story! The canon characters sounded like how they do in the show, the OCs were actually very well-developed, and you presented a good moral.
However, the dialogue was confusing the read during bits where there were more than two characters; it'd be nice knowing who said what, even though the dialogue bits are memories (also, you should probably make it clearer in the story itself that they are memories). And I'd feel that Sunny would probably be more hesitant approaching somepony who snapped at and pushed her before, so maybe show some implications of her mustering up the courage to approach him. Also, I'd like to know: what is Stormy's special talent? However, these are all just nitpicks. The story overall was very cute and nice to read.
6197270 I understand what you're saying. I figured Stormy, being a Pegasus, would be a weather pony with a specialty in storm clouds. Sunny, however, is still a blank-flank, but she has yet to discover her special talent--approaching ponies and helping them through their emotional problems (hence her lack of hesitation). I understand that those details could have been helpful, but they didn't really contribute to the story a lot, and I didn't want it to get too long. As for the dialogue, I'd hoped the note I put in the description would help clear up confusion; those bits are more like memories than actual dialogue. It's meant to leave a lot to the imagination, in a way.
Thank you for providing this information. And thank you for reading and enjoying this fic, and for the follow. I appreciate it.
By the way, I totally ship Sunny and Stormy.
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6196962
I like it
6198289 Thanks for reading!
I really enjoyed this story. It's got the right tension of bad situation vs. good feels that strikes the perfect pitch at the climax.
One point of constructive criticism that I can leave behind though is that I don't think it's really necessary to write in all caps. This is really a pet-peeve of mine, which is the only reason I bring it up. Of course, in this instance, it works because you have little kids arguing, but in general, I love it when the all caps is avoided in favor of some narration.
Away from those two cents... again, I loved this. :)
6198727 I appreciate the review. I honestly didn't expect all-caps to be much of an issue.
But I will keep that in mind in the future. Thanks for reading, and thanks for the follow. 
6198805 You're doubly welcome. :)
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But seriously good story, and it is now in my fav list. This is the kind of fic I like, slice of life. And that ending. Ohh it felt so good!
6200210 It felt good to write it, too.
Thanks for reading!
6200439 It happens a lot in school. Wrong place, wrong time sort of thing.
Anyway, thanks a lot for reading.
And thank you both for the fave!
That ending. I got a good chuckle at the reaction. Teacher's pet just got dunced.
Not my cup of tea, but the story itself was pretty good. The execution at the end was well delivered though. I mean, it got me to chuckle despite myself. So grats on a job well done.
6203651 Thanks. And thanks for reading.
Very nice story. You should make a sequel or something. I think Stormy and Sunny could make a good couple when they are grown.
6205708 Thanks for reading. I'm not sure whether I'll make a sequel or not, but I will think about it. But, yes, I do ship Stormy and Sunny.
And thanks for the fave, too!
cool story bro.
6206091 Thanks.
6205718 I really hope you decide to make a sequal to this.
6206196 I like it because I can relate to this. I use to be put in timeout a lot because people lied about me.
Karma is a bitch
Heh diamond tiara. Really nice story tho. Me gusta.
6211406 That it is.
Thanks for the fave.
6211906 Gracias, mi amigo.
I'm surprised the stormy didn't punch Diamond Tiara in the throat. Anyway it was a cool story bro. Oh and the prissy, pompous, bitches had it coming. Though I wish stormy would punch them in the throat... What I just saying it would be funny to see. Oh don't look at me like that you know you want to see it to. You know what I just notices that Diamond Tiara is the cliche "My dady is to busy with work and only cares about money to give me the time of day so I take it out on other people (and or ponies) to make myself feel better" ditch bully and Silver spoon is basically Diamond's ho/bitch/friend (odd mix is it not) any way this commit is gone on longer that I wanted but the point is this is a dam good story and Diamond Tiara is a capital (Sing It With Me Now!) B.I.T.C.H!!!!
6232674 Ehehe . . .
Thanks. I guess there is a certain amount of wish fulfillment here. But I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Thanks for the fave. 
And thanks for the favorite on "GOAL!", too.
This Story has brought back memories...
6249646 Thanks for reading.
DT and SS deserve much more than sitting in the time out corner.
6380816 I figured it was perfectly fine poetic justice.
Thanks for favoriting!
Childhood can be painful, especially when you believe nothing but negative things about yourself. Speaking as someone who has a mooshy spud for a heart, I can relate to the sad colt. It gets an upvote from me.
6401643 Thank you so much. And thank you for adding it to your bookshelf. I'm glad you enjoyed it.