Not Amused

A couple of days ago, I was waiting for the bus alone. Some boys a year younger than me drove slowly by, and rolled down the window to yell “CUNT”, and proceed to laugh and drive off. I was obsessed about finding them and penalizing them until someone told me that it was no big deal and to brush it off. That someone was my mother. I’m too scared to go on the bus again by myself. I don’t know what to do.