Not really, fully, exactly dead (gmw/Lucaya)

Ch.4

Maya felt nervous when she used her sketchbook because Maya's drawings were in it. It was all she had, though, for an actual sketchbook.
"You're late." Said, Cory as Maya ran in.
"I know, I overslept." She complained. "I'm sorry."
"Essay." She handed him her essay and he placed it in the pile with the others.
"See you in detention."
"Kay." She sat down in her seat and the day went on.
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"Detention over." Said Cory, sitting up straight. Maya nodded and closed her finished drawing of nemo as Cory went back to his essay grading. He heard a loud bang and looked up. Maya had dropped her textbook and sketchbook. Her sketchbook laid open to a page with a drawing of Riley, Lucas, Farkle and her together in her room. One Maya had drawn in eighth grade. She snatched it up as quickly as she could but it was too late. He had seen a clear picture of it as well as Mayas signature in the bottom corner.
"Maya." He whispered. She gave familiar bit uneasy smile.
"Hi, Mr.Matthews." He stood up and walked over to her. She looked up at him.
"You're really Maya." She slowly nodded and he reached forward and hugged her. She hugged him back.
"You can't tell anyone." She said as they stepped apart. He looked at her, confused. She ran out of the room.
That night, Cory laid in bed next to his wife, not knowing what to do. There was some reason that she didn't tell.
He needed to Topanga, though.
"Topanga?"
"Ya?"
"Sophia is Maya."
"Cory-"
"I'm not assuming."
"Maya died."
"At least let me tell you what happened."
"Fine."
"She dropped her sketchbook and it opened up to a page with one of Maya's drawing from eighth grade."
"Maybe she was related to Maya. She looks like her. Maybe somehow, it got to her though her family. Or maybe she found it in the school. Maya died. It kills me too Cory, but you need to accept it."
"And then she admitted it."
"No, thats not possible. She had to be lying."
"I did some research. They could not tell who the body was of. They only figured that it was Maya. Then I compared the handwriting. It's Maya's handwriting. There is no Sophia. It's only Maya."
"Maya's alive. Did you tell the police?"
"She told me not to tell."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I'm going to trust her. Maya has a reason for everything. You know that."
"Okay."