This story is written by EarthCollision (me!) and Kiel_Farren.
Here's the first couple of pages for you to enjoy!
My name's Annabelle Lorelei Walker and I'm four years old. My friends in kindergarten and ballet class just call me Anna 'cuz it's short. I think it's silly, "Annabelle" isn't so hard to say. I can even spell it, all by myself. Grandma says I'm really smart 'cuz I can spell my name. Grandpa always calls me "blue Bell," he says I'm sweet, like ice cream.
Momma and daddy called me Annie...before they went away. Grandma and grandpa told me that they went to heaven today. They weren't suppose to go to heaven, they said they were gonna go to Hawaii. They were suppose to only go away for seven days. Momma promised...
She promised. She said you should never break a promise.
I really miss you, momma...
You climb down the groaning, creaking, old and splintered wooden steps that lead to the basement of your grandparents house. As their precious little granddaughter, they normally spoil you with affection, attention, toys, and sweets, but not today. Today they received a phone call from the police about your parents.
~Flash Back~
The phone rings in the middle of your favorite TV show and you frown as your grandmother answers. "But, grandma, wait! This is the best part! They're gonna sing the song!" You whine. Your grandmother pays you no heed and talks to the person on the other end of the line politely. You start to watch your show again, but then you hear a loud thump.
You look back to see the phone on the floor and you feel scare when you notice that your grandmother has begun to cry. "Harold, that... that was the police! There was a wreck!" She calls to your grandfather who is sitting in a high-back armchair next to the couch. His eyes widen.
"Grandma, grandma, are mommy and daddy in jail?" You ask, frantically.
Your grandmother stares at you now. Just... stares. She looks kind of scared, too. You've never seen an adult look scared before today. She starts to cry again and you start to cry, too. "Grandma?"
"Little blue bell, how's 'bout you go and play with your new doll for a little while. Grandmama and I need to have a little talk, okay?"
You stamp your foot, upset and frightened. "Grandpa, I don't wanna. I am not little, I'm four! I'm a big girl now and I wanna know where momma and daddy are. Where did they go? Did they get all 'rrested?"
Neither of your grandparents takes the time to correct your word for the act of taking someone into custody. Instead, your grandmother leans down and hugs you. With a shaky, broken voice, she begins to explain that your parents' car did not make it to the airport and that your parents are not on a plane. She tells you that they are in heaven. Your eyes grow wide. "Heaven... but that's where my goldfish went!" You're horrified. "Did... did someone flush momma and daddy, too?"
"No, sweetheart..." Your grandmother manages a very weak smile.
"But, but momma and daddy are coming home in seven days. They promised! Momma promised and momma says to never break a promise, never ever!" Your eyes fill with tears again as you say, over and over, that your parents have to come home. They just have to come home. She promised.
~The present~
Grandma and grandpa are upstairs having a "grown-up" conversation. You are sad, bored, and angry that your parents are not coming back anymore, so you've decided to take your new doll, the one that mommy gave you before she left, and go explore the basement together on a grand adventure.
That's it for now.
Now here's a picture of what I plan the ventriloquist to look like: 
