Analyze how the point of view used in the passage helps the reader understand Sally's personality. Use information from the passage to support your analysis.

In a flash, the shutter snapped closed, and the moment was captured. Sally's friends kept jumping through the sand, but that instant was forever frozen in time in a single photograph. Sally had enjoyed photography for as long as she could remember, and despite not being a part of her friends' fun, she was in her element using her camera to snap photographs.
"Okay, everyone," Sally called down the beach as she meticulously dismantled her camera and placed it back in its carrying pouch. "That was the last shot."
When she looked up, however, she noticed her friends had already traveled down the beach and were well out of reach of her voice, which fell silent against the blustery wind coming off the lake. She plodded up the sandy beach toward her friends, who were dancing and hollering. I got some great shots today, Sally thought as she snapped her bag shut. It was a sunny Saturday without a cloud in the cobalt sky, and the wind rolled lazily off the glittering waves. It was a perfect day for snapping photographs on her grandfather's camera. He had given her the camera when she was nine years old and had trained her to appreciate and understand photography. Sally still remembered going on early morning hikes with her grandfather to capture pictures in the emerging light—the camera's occasional flash flickered throughout the woods like a firefly illuminating itself.
The following Monday at school, Sally was sitting in her first class listening to morning announcements on the intercom when Mrs. Higgins' voice echoed through the speakers.
"Good morning. I would like to invite all students to apply for a new student photographer position at our school newspaper, The Gazette, . . ." Sally could hardly contain herself, and she tuned out everything around her. Throughout the years, Sally had always enjoyed photography on her own, but this would be an opportunity to use her acquired skills at a newspaper.
During that week, Sally could barely focus on her schoolwork. Each day after school, she would look at the photographs she had taken over the past three years. There was the one at the ocean where the dusk light reflected off the glass of a lighthouse. There was another perfectly timed black-and-white photograph of her brother helplessly jumping off his bike as he slammed into a rock.
Monday afternoon Sally left her portfolio under Mrs. Higgins's door. All day, Sally planned out the best photographic angles to use at her high school's sporting events. That night, she found herself caught in a dream taking pictures of the annual high school jazz festival. Just before she woke up, Sally was standing with her camera in front of the musicians as if she were the conductor of the show. She began bowing to the crowd as flowers were thrown her way—then, her droning alarm clock jolted her out of sleep.
In the early afternoon, Sally sat reading in study hall when Mrs. Higgins entered the room and waved Sally out into the hallway. This was it!
"Sally, I received your application for the student photographer position, and I must say, your work is very good," Mrs. Higgins whispered in the empty hallway. "I would love to ask you to be on the newspaper team, but there is one problem: the due date for the application was last Friday. I already gave the position to another student yesterday morning."
Sally went numb. Even in the overwhelming silence of the hallway, she could barely hear a word Mrs. Higgins said.
"However, because you have talent, you should register for a photography class I will be teaching next semester. You would be a great fit for the course. Also, it would be in your best interest to reapply for the newspaper position next semester."
"Thanks, Mrs. Higgins," Sally sulked. "I will be sure to reapply and sign up for the course."
That night, Sally could hardly contain her disappointment. She wanted to put her camera under her bed and not look at it again for months. As Sally began to disassemble the camera, she noticed two small letters carved into the camera's metallic base: T. S.—her grandfather's initials. She paused and held the heavy camera in her hands. I've been taking pictures too long to give up now, she thought. Even if I can't work at the school newspaper this semester, nothing is stopping me from taking pictures. Sally began to clean off the camera as she thought of new places to snap photographs.