Okay, so Rise of the Ieta is totally set in modern times. Could you imagine if they got the internet to work on the island and if Aaron was a meme lord? He'd totally be trying to get Anne to Vines and Snapchat. I imagine it being like this:
"Have you guys heard of this new app called Thicket?" Aaron asked.
"Thicket?" Anne was in the middle of doing her English homework. She had better things to do than listen to Aaron talk gibberish.
"Yea. Or maybe it was...Ivy? Or Vineyard? Idk, it's like these seven second videos and they are hilarious."
Anne frowned at him. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Cuz Anne, it's so cool. You're the Ieta. Do you know how many followers I would get if you popped up on my feed? Pls pls pllllls let me take a vid of you doing cool Ieta stuff."
"Aaron, shut up."
"No, Anne, please, just one fireball and do it while you're teleporting, please, pleaaaase."
"No."
"Ugh, I give up. You'll never let me be cool, will you."
"I think it's a sign," Anne told him, "that you're just not cool?"
Aaron glared at her, face scrunching up like sponge. "Rude."
Beside her, Colin snorted. Anne hummed and went back to her work, knowing that at least Colin wasn't an idiot.