My L.A. story

We went to the New York State Museum for a field trip and there were these paintings we had to write about so i chose the one with the cupcakes on it.  there were 6 cupcakes in a row and they looked sooooooo good i wanted to just reach in the painting and take them out and eat them.  

this is my story it is called cupcakes:

       I was hungry so I asked my dad if I could have a snack. He said “you can have a snack if you answer this question right: what are the 5 c’s of Arizona?”  I remembered like, 4 of them but I knew he was joking, so I told him the 4 and went to get a snack.  “Nothing sweet!” he called after me.  “No shouting!” I called back after him.  I went into the kitchen and found some salsa and chips.  That’s healthy, I thought.  Then, I saw them.  They were right in the middle lf the counter with the sparkling sunlight shining on them.  I could hear angles singing.  Right then and there in the middle of my counter were 6 perfectly made cupcakes with perfectly put on sprinkles.  I dropped the salsa and chips.  Then my fairy-tale dream story ended. “Remember, nothing sweet!” my dad called from the office.  I tore away my stare from the cupcakes and cleaned up the mess I made with the salsa and chips.