<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Lilly May Johnson </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Button</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/c9e624d3-8a57-4d03-be16-cb5a4f8fde13_zpsdff13db0.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lilly beamed with her new hat on, even if it was a little big. She didn't seem to noticed. Lilly was just happy to have a new friend. There had been so much yelling that she had been so sure there was no one nice on that plane, but it looked as if she was wrong. She tried not to think that everyone was mean because her mommy always told her some people just have bad days and yell to feel better. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Do you know what my father taught me when I was six years old like you are now?“</span> Ghost asked and Lilly looked at her eagerly wanting to know. Lilly loved her own daddy and was always happy to learn something new, so when Ghost had mentioned that her father had taught her something when she was her age was exciting. Lilly shook her head, <span style="color: #80BF00">"What?“</span> she asked, practically vibrating with curiosity.</div>