Ender is the name of the planet I live on and is inhabited by the poorest of the poor. The rich live on newer planets due to the abundance of those planet's resources, quality of air, and plant life. Other than Ender, there are 11 inhabitable planets, with Ender being worse off. For most of us, it wasn't a choice to be here. We were born here with the low of the low just because we were poor; serial killers, drug addicts, and the mentally insane are just some of those who were casted off into this planet. People from other planets don't care for us even though we are humans; Ender is seen as a blight to humanity and we are ignored even though this planet was the first inhabitable planet found from when we lived on our starting planet of Earth. According to the elderly, when they found Ender, people from Earth were excited and overjoyed, oh how things have changed. We were given the name Ender since we ended the space race to find a habitable planet. The rich came here to vacation and saw new wildlife as well as plants and enjoyed the feeling of less gravity. Yet here we are, stuck in a wasteland, the air is so polluted that outsiders have to wear masks just to endure what we go through everyday; the smell is so putrid that even with the face mask most still can't stand the scent of garbage and the dead. The light coming from our star is so dim that most plant life can't live; and the ones that do are so small that it could hardly be called a plant by the richest standards; yet here I am, so used to this, with the only escape from this place being Zou. Zou is a drug made from plant life from the second poorest planet Marvella. Even though they are the second poorest, our lives and theirs couldn't even be compared; they have seasons, plants, law enforcement, and more, while we only have 2 times of day being dim and dark. The seasons on Ender don't change; it is always so cold that most deaths, if not by drug overdose and murder, are frostbite. This drug Zou is just a simple plant grounded and mixed with some chemicals that we could care less about. The drug's reaction to us who have never seen or felt a plant is enhanced, making it extremely pleasurable and addicting. Sadly, I have fallen victim to this drug. I know it's bad. I know I am addicted. I know my life is complete and utter garbage compared to the people of other planets. I know this, so why can't I stop? I've tried so many times that I've given up counting and who would even care about whether I stopped or not. Family? I've never met my cowardly father who ran away after knowing my mother was pregnant, and my mother died when I was 8 because of a disease that we couldn't even know the name of. Who was going to save her, doctors? How would they get paid when most of us spend more than half our pay on stale bread and dirty water and what's left on drugs. You might say that I would still have friends left to care for me, right? Wrong! How can you have friends when you're scared to get stabbed in the back everyday, most people don't go further than acquaintances and if they found out that you were in trouble they would be jumping for joy at the opportunity to take everything left away from you. So here I am stuck, either relying on drugs to stay away from my situation or having to live everyday without this small joy in my life having to remember the situation I am in and where there is no one coming to help me, knowing that I am alone. I am even one of the lucky few of Ender as I know how to write. I remember when I was younger, I was so happy being taught how to read and write by my mother. Her warm touch would cancel out the coldness of this planet; her voice would be tranquil, making me forget about the yells of the dead in the street. Zou can only replicate some of what I felt then, but even though I know this, it still feels better than living life normally. Even though I know that the drug causes me to hallucinate and it at least brings me back to my happy memories, and even though I know the happiness I feel is fake, I still want to live through it, even if it is just a second longer. If you have found this, I wonder what path I have chosen, what path did Ender take, and what humanity took. All I hope is that someone can have a happy ending on this planet of ours. Ender, what a perfect name for a planet filled with people who are waiting for their end.