I'm starting off with Gloria because I think it would be more interesting.  Also, the way this is going to go is that everyone (Yes,everyone) is going to write one entry per character saying how they came to be in the loop.  Then, we're going to skip to present-day (but still in the loop) and fight things there.

~Gloria

Today is August 31, 2016.  It was a normal day.  Mom went to the Tisch School of the Arts to teach animation around 7:00 a. m., and Dad went to DO animation in his studio or whatever.  I guess it runs in the family.  Except my pictures aren't animated.  They actually move.  Like June.

"Gloria, what are we EVER going to do today?"  she asks me.  " It's SUPER cloudy outside, and it looks like it's going to start raining any moment now.  And you can't possibly draw more people.  There are WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too many of us around."

"Well, we COULD read, though you don't enjoy that very much.  We COULD go out and explore, but like you said, it's going to start raining any second now."  I reply.  As if on cue, a bead of water went tink on the window in my room.  'Guess our plans for today are shot, then."

Then comes a metallic ding-dong! from downstairs.  I get up from my desk, with June on my shoulder, and open my door with a creak.  I hurry down the stairs with my hand on the railing, listening to the patter of rain.  The person at the door rings the bell five more times, in quick succession.

"Hold On!!!!" I yell, running into the foyer and turning the lock.  I twist the knob and open the door.  The woman standing on front of me is about 6 feet tall, which is REALLY weird.  Her hair is wavy and dark red.  It almost looks like she dyed it that color.  We akwardly stare at each other for a moment before she speaks.  

"Come, my dear.  Misfit, you deem yourself, I assume.  I am Miss Red-Tail."  Her voice is smooth and cold as ice,  but with a hint of warmth.

"Um, I guess. . .?"  I say.  I wouldn't "deem" myself anything but a loner.  But everyone else, they have other ideas.

"Come with me," she says, then practically grabs my hand.

I cry, "WAIT!!  I can't leave without my notebook!  Or a pencil, for that matter!"

She lets go, and turns to me.  "Oh, I'd almost forgotten.  Go on then, dear.  I do believe your friend on your shoulder IS visible, is she not."

June blushes.

L@+3R

I follow Miss Red-Tail down the road in the pouring rain.  Along with my notebook and pencil bag (With 4 packages of 0.7 mm lead inside), I had grabbed my rain jacket.  She stops, and i almost run into her.

"Wait, this is . . .  This is the 9/11 memorial!  Why am I -- we -- here?"  I ask.

"Because," Miss Red-Tail says,  "this is a loop!"

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I'm planning on putting pictures of them in soon!  But I don't think Miss Red-Tail should take us into random abandoned storefronts!  You can make it where you want, because I have NO IDEA!! 

Scarlett (Scar):

"Bye mom!" Aubrey yells, running up to my father and mother with hugs and kisses.

"Bye," I say, waving.  

Mother and father drive away to work, and I'm left with Aubrey.  It's not different from any other day, but Aubrey always makes a big deal with them leaving.  Younger siblings often do that, and it's something you just learn to live with.  That's how most things work with Aubrey.

"C'mon Aubrey, let's go inside and eat breakfast!"

I go inside and make ourselves breakfast.  While I'm making pancakes, Aubrey looks longingly outside.  The rain patters against our windows, making muddy puddles in our yard.

"You can go outside, Aubrey,"

"Mom always says I will catch a cold,"

"Mom left for work a long time ago!"

She stares at me with such complexity, and I don't know what to make of it.

"You don't have to act tough for my sake, you know?  It's difficult that they go to work, and then they go home for a few seconds, and they go do stuff with that money, and then they come back home, and it's all a really bad situation, but-"

"I don't need a chronological timeline of how my life is going"

"Speaking of chronological timelines, I should start working on social studies,"

Big words don't put Aubrey off game, which stinks sometimes and doesn't stink sometimes.  Right now, well, it stinks.  

"You realize we're homeschooled?  And homeschooling can be a perfectly good education, if we have a TEACHER?"

"You're not as tough as you come out to be.  Tough as nails, but not as tough as the world."

"I never said I was"

She goes outside, and I know we're blessed to be homeschooled.  We would most likely get made fun of.  What children go out in the rain for fun, and just act all out differently?  I don't know why I complain that much.  In fact, sometimes I think we have it good.  That's not true. 

I suddenly hear a big noise outside.

"Aubrey?" I ask, looking outside.  She's not there.  She's not anywhere.  I lost her.   

I run outside, looking at muddy footprints.

"AUBREY!  AUBREY, WHERE ARE YOU?"

I follow footprints out on the streets, frantically looking for her.  I finally see her, and to my horror she is holding hands with some adult.  I arrive at an abandoned storefront.

"AUBREY, STOP!"

I dash over.  "WHO ARE YOU?  WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HER?"

She calmly says,"I'm Mrs. Red-Tail.  I'm here to help.  All you have to do is step in this storefront,"

"We don't need your help," I coldly say.  

"Yes, we do.  You don't understand.  I'm going," Aubrey states boldly.

Before I can save her, she goes in.

"Are you coming?" Mrs. Whats-her-name-tail asks.

"Yes, but only for Aubrey.  Always, only for Aubrey" 

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By the way, I'm changing Aubrey's superpower.  Instead of shrinking, she now gets feelings.  It's not like telling the future, but her feeling can be bad or good and help her make sense of a situation.

Taylor stood on the sidewalk, hood pulled over his already-damp copper
gold hair, blue eyes staring across the street. A big sign painted gold
read the date in big green letters 2013. What was so special about 2013
anyway? Taylor glanced up at the gray clouds overhead, rain falling on
his face. What was so special about this life? Grandma had told him
turning sixteen was important. Nothing had changed. His life was the
same, he was still a miss-fit, still a loner...still different.
It
wasn't just the fire that burned within his palms that made him
different. No! No one in the world knew about that. No one alive anyway.
He was a loner, he never made friends at school, only talked when he
had to. He wasn't scared of people. He just wasn't interested. He'd had
to many fights with his dad to start liking people again at sixteen. It
seemed...wrong to change what he had been when his parents were
alive...like her would forget them if he did. Or worse, betray them."
Taylor jumped as someone said his name behind him. He turned to face a
woman. She was about his height, which wasn't something that he saw
often, and he looked her in her deep glassy blue-black eyes. Something
sparked in him, making him want to fight, but the call of adventure held
him back.
She said one word. "Come."
And he was hers to command.

~Nora

It's 2004.  I honestly can't tell the day.  

I wander the streets of . . . New York?  I think so.  It's hard to tell, but I see the Statue of Liberty, a few hundred miles from here, so I suppose I'm in New York.  It's dark, and I dare not create a light.  Don't want to go around at 9:30 at night looking like ET from E. T., The Extra-Terrestrial.  Then I see something familiar.

A lone bird flits about right above me.  I stop at a streetlight and watch as she lands on it.  I wave at her.

I continue walking as people give me confused or disgusted looks.  I turn into an alley that has no people going down it and light my left hand up.  It flickers as the bird lands infront of me.  

"Who are you, my dear ymbrine?" I ask her.  "Don't think I didn't notice you flying above me."

In a second, the bird has transformed into a tall woman with red hair and striking green eyes.  "Come with me," she says.