From moose to morbs to muncher to me

The room was closed yet richly lit by the powers of the catholic
education system. He looked around wondering why he choose to be there.
It was a mixture of black and white reasons.

He looked over seeing the bright, cheerful yet challenging face of
Clare. This brought him an energy that some how kept him live. Through
Clare he had acheived something close and fine which his peers would
envy in years to come but at present this closeness brought him nearer
to Clare but further from his peers.

As he looked down on to table all he could see was a mixture of
letters. He could not think of words as his focus was on her. Suddenly
he felt pressured as there was a shout from the distance. Everything
beyond Clare was distance.

That voice was from the dark side. The competition. Though they were
competing for different things. He for Clare. But the voice in the
distance was competing for the reason they were there.

He didn't care the 'reason' for being there. As he was there for
Clare.

The rabble however, which included the 'dark' competing voice were
there for .... SCRABBLE.

As this was the school SCRABBLE club. But he didn't care for Clare was
there.