My name is Lisa Gomez. I lived in a small apartment living with my father,mother and my brother. His name is Louis Gomez. I always had a dream of living in Hollywood. My mother was a waitress at a diner and my father was a mechanic.
At the age of 15, I attended a school near my area. I used to get good marks in school. I was a popular A-student. I had a friend. Her name was Jenny Smith. She used to give me good advices. One day, I got mugged by a tall 5ft 11inch African-American guy. I followed him to where he lives. He lived in an apartment across the street. His name was Henry O'Neill. I got his name because he was wearing a black jacket with a name tag on it.
I got home and I told my brother the story. On the following week, I saw that guy in school with same jacket that he wore when he mugged me. I called out Louis. I told him that the guy. He went to him and beat him up. I went and I seperated the fight. My brother was suspended in school and I approached that guy. I told him why did my brother beat him up. I told him that he mugged me on the previous week. He apologized and he promised me that he's going to bring back what he took from me. He asked me out. I couldn't say no because he was sweet and an attractive guy. I went him out.
We had a nice time and I went home. The following day, he approached me in school and gave me my things.Two years later, I was attending last year in high school with my brother and Henry O'Neill. My brother and Henry became good friends. The three of us formed a study group. We got our high school diploma. Henry and I started dating. We were happy together. I went to university. One night, Henry and I went on a date. When we on our way home, some people came and beat us up. It's was not only us who were beaten up on the street but there are some people who were brutally beaten up. We started a protest in our area to fight against assaulting. We started a protest and we went to the police department.
They started shooting the protesters. Many of them got injured and some of them died. Henry got shot and he died. In the following month, we took the police to court. I told the magistrate judge that my boyfriend died because of police brutality. We had a video footage that shows police shooting protesters. We told the judge that the cop who was responsible for my boyfriend's death was Officer Martinez. He was arrested life sentence. That time I realised that life is too short. That is story of my life.
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Life Is Too Short~Lisa Gomez Story~
أدب الهواةit's a story of a woman. who was raised in humble beginnings. She had a brother who's name is Louis Gomez. They lived the life of equality