[EDIT: So I've run into a spot where I'm not sure how to continue with this story. So unless there's any sort of suggestions, I guess this story is complete? Until then, hope you enjoy!] You just happen to be the little sister of none other than the Jacksepticeye. You're birthday just passed, and you decide it's about time you leave the nest. Being the youngest bird, you need to spread your wings. So what if your plan lands you in America? You have to learn to fly alone somehow, and why not make it a place you've always dreamed of going to. L.A. is said to be magical. Bust isn't it the people there that make it magical? I saw the art on google images, and when I clicked on it, it led me to some Korean cite. Sorry, I don't know the owner. ~Not Mine~