Hex Feet Under by Macy Dixon

Prophecies are all well and good until one predicts your death. Dead by midlife—that’s what mine said. So, imagine my surprise when the clock turned to midnight on my fortieth birthday. I was sitting in the giant library of my family’s sprawling mountainside home, counting down the surreal seconds until I was supposed to die.
11:59 was the longest minute of my life.
I really expected to keel over in that final second.
But nope. It’s 12:01 a.m. and I’m still alive. To my ever-loving surprise.